Even the light was different in Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew blessed by Athena herself. Then the girl was heading past the inn and Roding marched down to confront her. She tore open the envelope and read it. Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. I can't run in these heavy fetters.
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