"The King. . ." Miss Antonia muttered, turning the film of white upon
her knee--"had the Blue Room," she added with a toss of her head as the
light faded.
In the deep cut road beneath the hanger
Buy Newport 100, a cart stood, laid already with
soft warm bodies, with limp claws
Newport Cigarettes, and still lustrous eyes. The birds
seemed alive still, but swooning under their rich damp feathers. They
looked relaxed and comfortable
Newport 100s, stirring slightly, as if they slept upon
a warm bank of soft feathers on the floor of the cart.