" "But, goodness me, the hotel will take care of him! Why not? They sold him the poison. 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. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of. “You are magnificent,” she said, “but the steel of your truth is a little oversharpened. “I shall never be able to thank you. Whisky kills him suddenly; it does not sap him gradually.
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