On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac~William Butler Yeats
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What wholesome sun has ripened is wholesome food to eat,
Napoleon Solo stared across the table at his gorgeous dining companion.
She was brunette, svelt and unfortunately, Alexander Waverly's niece.
He wasn't sure why the Old Man charged him with keeping her entertained, knowing the Solo reputation as an incorrigible ladies man.
Who was he to refuse the request of his boss.
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I bring full-flavoured wine out of a barrel found
He filled her glass again with the bottle of Brunello di Montalcino, a red wine from the vineyards of Montalcino in Italy. It was limpid and had a brilliant garnet color, much like her eyes as they twinkled in the candlelight.
"Napoleon Solo, are you trying to get me drunk?" Maude smiled.
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And there is none so fit to keep a watch and keep
"Would that I could my dear," he smiled charmingly. "But I've made a promise... have to behave myself."
"I won't tell," she pouted.
He closed his eyes, forcing himself to refuse something too good to be true.
"Aw, Napoleon, I was just kidding. Wouldn't want you to lose your job..."
