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Unformatted text preview: ht and start it to burning, after the Midnight Mass, when the Light of Christ was born into the world? I was suddenly brought out of my thoughts. A deep sultry fragrance came to me, a thick and unnameable perfume. I smelled it so strongly that I was confused. 533 "You are St. Ashlar," my father declared again as if piqued by my silence. "Father, I don't know," I uttered softly. "Ah, but you do know," cried out a new voice. It was the voice of a woman, and as I turned around I saw a young female, my age, perhaps a little younger, and very fair, with silky long red tresses down her back and a thick and embroidered gown. It was from her that this fragrance emanated, causing a subtle change within my body, a longing and a slow fire. I was struck by her beauty, by her rippling hair and her eyes so like those of our father, deep-set and bright. My eyes were black. My mother's eyes. I remembered the Dutchman's phrase-a pure female of your own ilk. But she was not this. I knew it....
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