He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a
woman’s crowning experience. 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
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He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went
to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the
faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond
serenity. "
The walls appeared to rock; bulging shadows reached out; the candle flames
became mocking eyes; and the blood drummed thunderously in Spurlock's ears.
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