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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. "
"It's light. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his
approach, "so you may spare your breath. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there
hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have
been beyond your reach. "
"But you are young!" It was a protest, almost vehement. The Well Hole
336
XIII.
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