New Paolo andF rancesca CHAPTER I 1X71TH a rush of triumphant wings the wind swept down the avenue of cypresses, out into the open green spaces of vineyard and oliveyard, up into the sunny blue spaces of the Tuscan sky. The clouds scudded like ships before it. Soon, where the white sails had spread, was a void in which one heard the silence of unseen, irresistible forces. Janice flew along the avenue before the wind, her hair afloat, her eyes wide with sun. The folds of her gown drifted about her dancing limbs, while she sheltered a bunch of anemones against her bosom. But still her flight scattered the petals so that they wove the gold of her hair and the floating white of her garments into the illusion of plumed wings. She pulled up, breathless, under the great iron gates of the villa. What sthe use of wings if one is the prisoner of locks? she pouted, and her tone was gay.
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