Jonathan had to feel his way. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. She wished her father and aunt would not enjoy their dinner with such quiet determination. But there was something else; and in his befogged mental state the comparison eluded him. For a moment she thought of saying yes, and then filled with shame. "A miserly old woman. It’s an emerald. ’ He clenched his fists and grew red in the face. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers.
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