from the wrong bottle, till we were obliged to start again with three clean glasses each, and the bottles were empty and our praise of them wilder and more exotic. “… It is a little, shy wine like a gazelle.” “Like a leprechaun.” “Dappled, in a tapestry meadow.” “Like a flute by still water.” “… And this is a wise old wine.” “A prophet in a cave.” “… And this is a necklace of pearls on a white neck.” “Like a swan.” “Like the last unicorn.” And we would leave the golden candlelight of the dining-room for the starlight outside and sit on the edge of the fountain,
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