She was the High Priestess. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. A mutual recognition took place at the same instant between the stranger and this individual. But she made no answer. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag.
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