“And now let us leave the men alone and talk about ourselves. My garden-close would be a better thing than that. Her wings were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild. . " "Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. . .
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