He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. D. With the last glimmer of decency he had sent the daughter to his sister. You do not need my compliments. 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. At once.
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