The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. “The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel,” she said. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. ” “I don’t want to,” said Manning. “I suppose I should let go if I had. She did not twitch.
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