" "That's well!" cried Jack. ” Lucy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. What’s your name?” He asked in return.
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