The young gentlemen who came calling seemed especially puzzling. They sat in their velvet shirts and their leather boots, nibbling burnt cakes and praising Diamond's mind, and all the while their eyes said other things. Now, their eyes said. Now. Then: Patience, patience. 'You are flowers,' their mouths said, 'You are jewels, you are golden dreams.' Their eyes said: I eat flowers, I burn with dreams, I have a tower without a door in my heart, and I will keep you there...

Author: Patricia A. McKillip

The young gentlemen who came calling seemed especially puzzling. They sat in their velvet shirts and their leather boots, nibbling burnt cakes and praising Diamond's mind, and all the while their eyes said other things. <i> Now, </i> their eyes said. <i> Now. </i> Then: <i> Patience, patience. </i> 'You are flowers,' their mouths said, 'You are jewels, you are golden dreams.' Their eyes said: <i> I eat flowers, I burn with dreams, I have a tower without a door in my heart, and I will keep you there... </i> - Patricia A. McKillip

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