‘Exactement. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. I spent my fair share of time in the closet. It has all been a mistake. 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. He was disquieted. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. Whatever happened she need never return to that possibility. She did not wince.
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