” He reeled out of the room. An unwelcome idea came to him. ” Her thoughts went into solution for a time, while she listened to a lark singing. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. 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.
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