He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. Even the light was different in Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew blessed by Athena herself. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. E. . It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct.
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