We were to live in some wretched London suburb. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. "Farewell!" cried Jack, breaking from them, and rushing down the street. ’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly.
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