“But where are you going? Lucy, you’re safe here. 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. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. ” She smiled, sure of herself beyond any pretending, into his troubled eyes. " "Didn't some of them … try to touch you?" "Not the true unfortunates. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John. He would sit in his inner office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with her when he met her face to face. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable.
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