And through this, which looked west, there poured
the lowered afternoon sun with a broad shaft of glorious light.
The place was almost empty, but for a chest or two and a table near this
window with writing materials and books. And upon a rough set of shelves
close at hand many more volumes reposed.
"So it is here you live and work, you wise, lonely, little Pallas
Athene," he said.
"You must not call me that--I am not at all like her," Halcyone answered
softly. "She was very clever and very noble--but a little hard, I think.
Wait until I have shown you my own goddess. I would rather have her soul
than any other of the Olympian gods."
John Derringham took a step nearer to her.
"Do you remember the night at dinner here when you told me Pallas
Athene's words to Perseus?" he said. "I have thought of them often, and
they have helped me sometimes, I think."
"I am so glad," said Halcyone simply, while she moved towards her
treasure chest.
He watched her with satisfied eyes--every action of hers was full of
grace, and the interest he felt in her personally obscured any for the
moment in what she was going to show him, but at last he became aware
that she had unlocked a cupboard drawer, and was taking from it a bundle
of blue silk.
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