Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. The starling, on which the carpenter stood, was the fourth from the Surrey shore. ” “A little pit!” said Ann Veronica; “a little prison!” “It’s just as often a little refuge. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease.
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