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The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. "It's a fine idea, my child, but you mustn't do it. The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights. Finally, at the exit into Regent’s Park, they ran against Miss Klegg.
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