She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. “My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future.
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