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"Your what, dear child?" murmurs Miss Juliet protectively, looking down into her niece's dark, fathomless eyes.
"Saxon god," says she quite low, for the first time in all her life experiencing a conscious shyness.
"Are you a pagan, Hyacinthe King?" shrieks the elder aunt.
"Tell us all about it, my dear," says Miss Juliet soothingly.
And Hyacinthe tells them her dream and her resolve.
"So much for an honest English gentleman wedding with a—"
"Lovely Greek girl," finishes Miss Juliet quietly, glancing for the first time at her sister. "They say your mother was very beautiful, Hyacinthe."
"Yes the madre is beautiful: she is like the Venus of the Capitol."