” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. ” He paused, and went on, after a keen look at her: “I had rather gossip to a really intelligent girl than to any man alive. There was no rush. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead.
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