She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner.
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