It’s an emerald. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. His hair had begun to gray, his belly had just begun to round. ‘—and I love your raven hair, and your bright blue eyes, and your very kissable lips—’ suiting the action to the words ‘—and I love the crazy way you speak English, and the way you curse at me.
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