A shout was heard at a little distance, and, the next moment, a person rushed with breathless haste to the stair-head. “Would you stand it? I’m going to clear out. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. She took a deep breath. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods.
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