” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. It was not that the servants could not, they simply preferred to. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. 3. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods.
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