But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored. We’re different. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. Anna was afterwards astonished at her own selfpossession.
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