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. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. And then she would find work. " "A miniature! Of whom?" "That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. I shan't drive a hard bargain. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood.
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