From Collected Stories, by Elizabeth Bowen
EMERALD'S CHILDREN
"Emerald's children looked up at her out of a colored earthquake-city. Unnerved by her manner they turned to retreat; gilt, flowered and brightly pictorial boxes scrunched with the unresistance of cardboard under their wildly-placed feet. They evacuated, with shaken majesty, an empire of chocolate boxes."
From Mrs. Moysey.
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