Even were she to get an opportunity to scream, it would be some time before such a call, unprecedented though it might be, brought the nuns so much out of their absorption that they interrupted their prayer to investigate. CHAPTER XVI. Somehow. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain.
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