"What poet was that?" "Stevenson. “I do not understand. 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. Little by little Sebastian gave to her the story of how she came to be abducted. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. Certainly your major—’ ‘Ah, now that’s just it, missie. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. ‘It is not your affair.
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