She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold. He's more like a lord than—" As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. ’ ‘Back?’ Melusine put a hand to her aching temple.
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