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Over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept, and in the grass under the trees and the grey urns in the alcoves and here and there and everywhere were touches and splashes of gold and purple and white and the trees were showing pink and snow above her head and there were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and scents and scents. And the sun fell warm upon her face like a hand with a lovely touch. She looked so strange and different because a pink glow of color had actually crept all over her- ivory face and neck and hands and all. She cried out, “I shall live forever and ever and ever.”
- The Secret Garden