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. Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. Here's a nosegay for you, my love," she continued, opening her basket, and presenting a fragrant bunch of flowers to Winifred, "if your mother will allow me to give it you. ’ She bit her lip, and then turning her face away, emitted another sigh. ‘You’re speaking the truth.
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