A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. ’ Her lashes fluttered. "How?" cried her brother, starting. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. ’ So that was it. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. Then she was out of the door and running, fast.
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