But, though the latter was somewhat embarrassed by his burthen, he peremptorily declined Jonathan's offer of assistance. 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. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. Anna leaned forward, watching the people in the streets. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. She got up and unlocked the door.
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