The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. It must have been impossible to see me through that much rain. "Now stand before me, Poll.
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