And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. In these waters the shell has about given out. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin.
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