Too much blood has been shed already. ’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. 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. Sebastianus claimed to have met her back in Mantua after the betrothal. “I shall send for a policeman,” Anna said, “directly my maid answers the bell— unless you choose to go before. He's got the gift of the gab. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. You have shown an almost feverish anxiety to eliminate from your personal appearance all that reminded me of you —when we first met. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. To find the true father at the expense of the beautiful fairy tale Ruth had woven around the woman in the locket was an intolerable thought. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole.
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