‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused. There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. . 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. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. What CAN she put before that?” His voice began to rise. “I say, Vee. Even if you didn’t know it.
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