In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. No doubt they've all been rejected; but he couldn't throw them overboard. For every Eden, there will be a serpent; for every sheepfold, there will be a wolf.
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