" "Or the flat stones in the meadows, teeming with life underneath. ” “I suppose I must have thought so. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain.
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