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She recalled the old hall, with its storied frescoes—the woods, where so many mornings had passed so happily away—the little river, where they used to launch their light boats, made of the green rushes which grew beside; she recalled the blithe chirp of the cicala in the fragrant grass—and the gleam of the fire-flies, glittering by twilight amid the boughs of the myrtle.
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She
recalled
the
old
hall,
with
its
storied
frescoes—the
woods,
where
so
many
mornings
had
passed
so
happily
away—the
little
river,
where
they
used
to
launch
their
light
boats,
made
of
the
green
rushes
which
grew
beside;
she
recalled
the
blithe
chirp
of
the
cicala
in
the
fragrant
grass—and
the
gleam
of
the
fire-flies,
glittering
by
twilight
amid
the
boughs
of
the
myrtle.
