. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. “Uh, can you get me a soda or something?” She said, shielding her exposed teeth with her hand. The child was still safe. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. Everybody talking of you. "And the Marchioness is your daughter," added Thames.
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