Then, as he staggered up to her, breathless, where she was standing on the pebbled shore, he saw her join both hands, cup-shape, and lift them to her lips.
And out of her mouth poured diamond, sapphire, and emerald in a dazzling stream, — and among them, one great, flashing gem blazing in the starlight, — the Flaming Jewel!
Like a naiad of the lake she stood, white, slim, silent, the heaped gems glittering in her snowy hands, her face framed by the curling masses of her wet hair.
Then, slowly she turned her head to Stormont.
"These are what Quintana came for," she said. "Could you put them into your pocket?"
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Episode Eight
Cup and Lip
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