The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. She had turned round sideways, so as to look down into the fire. "What of her?" exclaimed Jack, starting up. “Grail!” said Ann Veronica, and then: “Oh, yes—of course! Anything but a holy one, I’m afraid. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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