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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. He resolved to judge for himself. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off. His figure was slight, but well-built; and, in stature he did not exceed five feet four. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by U.
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