Heard of your last escape. 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. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. He's rewriting Poe and De Maupassant; and that stuff was good only when Poe and De Maupassant wrote it.
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