The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. But beyond "amicable agreement in which mutual concessions are made," the word "compromise" was as blank as the Canton wall at night. 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. " "Hoddy," she repeated. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper.
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