The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. A diversion was created by the violent struggles of the little old lady. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel.
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