And talked and dreamed and planned of the day when we’d come to freedom and fame.
And the dreams came true, and the times were changed, and we did the things we’d planned—
(Don’t you remember the two Fur Coats, and the trips to Weston sand?)—
So now you work at a real Career, and I’m writing, in Singapore,
And send my book to my Twin—a token of all that has gone before.
A sign of the past—but a symbol, too, that is known to you and me,
Of the days together still to come, and the best that is yet to be.”
THE HEEL OF ACHILLES
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“I am an orphan,” reflected Lydia Raymond, with immense satisfaction.