There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically.
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