While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. A crowd was collected round the fellow, who was rapidly disposing of his stock. ‘You are jealous!’ ‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. His literary instincts began to stir. " "Blueskin, clear the room," cried the Master; "these gentlemen would be private. “I—I shall be all right directly. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. 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 awkward, but we’ll get round it somehow.
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