He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. ‘You wound me to the heart, Melusine. The intense darkness added to the terror of the storm. 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. ’ I said. And now take away those cards, and never let me see them again. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night.
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