” “You are at least aware,” he said, “that you have on several recent occasions acted in direct opposition to my wishes. ” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape.
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