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. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. For the first time he seemed to wonder what it might be that she had to confess.
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