The Brimming Cup

With a quick involuntary turn she looked at Marsh, fearing his mockery of her, "quoting the  Paradiso  , about Vermont farmers!" as though he could know, for all those sharp eyes of his, what was going on hidden in her mind!
All this came and went in an instant, for she now saw that one big, shining petal was slowly, slowly, but quite visibly uncurling at the tip. 

 

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