. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. Our mutual safety requires it. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. We men are like children. “Come,” she said. She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John. It is very possible that he will ask you to tell him before witnesses how you received your wound. A day will come when you will thank me. 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. ‘So it would appear. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. And that’s why I’m at your service.
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