The women, Ann Veronica thought, were not quite so interesting as the men. ”
“Can’t we arrange something? Can’t we make a sort of treaty?”
“He wouldn’t keep it. ‘You imbecile. \"Pleased to meet you, Miss Lucy. She sat with him in the courtyard after serving him
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spiced wine. ‘The so-called Valade is an evil
person, and should certainly be got rid of in the manner you describe. She was aware of
people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors—
moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the
dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. ”
“Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. And for me there is only
one treasure-house. To win the contest meant you would be chosen
to apprentice in magic as a priest under her tutelage. Her English
was halting. You care for me a little, I know. She assumed with a kind of mesmeric
force all the propositions that Ann Veronica wanted her to define. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
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