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In the garden of tall rose trees and nasturtiums Helena was again waiting. It was past nine o'clock, so she was growing impatient. To herself, however, she professed a great interest in a little book of verses she had bought in St Martin's Lane for twopence.
A late, harsh blackbird smote him with her wings, As through the glade, dim in the dark, she flew.