. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. She shook her head. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. She was the High Priestess. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting.
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