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. A creeping numbness invaded her. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. She really must not go to that affair. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps.
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