The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain.
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