The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. "I shall do no such thing. Boldly he turned the knob of a certain door and entered. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y pense.
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