He figures them out, though. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. Capes—the ‘Capes crave,’ they would call it in America. His blood would be sweet with it. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. I don’t conceal it. But one day he came to me. “Is this hansom for me?” she said.
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