He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. Sheppard staggered forward. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago. Even the light was different in Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew blessed by Athena herself. Hold your hand for a moment. We, ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago.
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