The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. "You came hither under my protection, and you shall depart freely,—nay, more, you shall have an hour's grace. The fates are never so kind to me.
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