I do not think you quite understand my ideals or what is becoming as between father and daughter. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. 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. From what she could tell, he truly had convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as she knew John’s would. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige.
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