She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. I must go perhaps in all the rooms. I only seen her when she come with that Sister Martha. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones.
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