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The next day she paused at the ticket window. ‘Polyura sempronius.’
‘I beg your pardon?’ Wolfgang said.
‘The butterfly we saw yesterday – Polyura sempronius, excuse my Latin. Or tailed emperor, to the plebs.’
Wolfgang’s eyes widened. He had looked it up himself as soon as he went home last night. ‘Where did you ...? How did you find out?’
‘I have my sources.’
‘But you didn’t ...’
‘See it?’ the blind girl finished for him. ‘I didn’t need to see it, Wolfgang Mulqueen – you described it so beautifully.’
She held up her yellow season pass. ‘May I go in now?’