Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning round. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. " "To be opened in case of my death," added Spurlock. 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.
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