He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother, pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly as they sprang back into their spiral shape. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Why, honestly enouch. It was as if he could smell it on her.
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