Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. She was caught by an uncle, whose opinion she valued, making faces at Roddy because he had exulted at this. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours.
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