The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. How would he act when he learned that it had vanished? She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. Sheppard. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year.
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