155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. Hitherto you’ve seen only my easy, kindly side.
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