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green folds of my mantle ? They are the badge of 
the most distinguished branch of the Crown Imperial 
family.” 
A slight noise over her head made Mary look up. 
It was the bending of a twig upon which the little 
wren had just alighted, waiting for an opportunity 
to finish his breakfast. Mary, who did not love to 
hear the sweet Hyacinths reproached for their con¬ 
fiding love and adoration, stole gently back to them 
to say that she loved them still, in spite of what 
their proud compatriot had said. Preoccupied with 
a sense of her own importance, the haughty flower 
did not know that the soul which loves to gaze 
upon the light, becomes gradually assimilated to the 
nature of the parent Sun. 
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