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E," came Antinea's voice, almost breaking. Morhange was not
even looking at her. "As you will," she said. Her gong resounded.
She had struck the silver disc. The

white Targa appeared. "Leave the room!" Morhange, his head held high, went out. Now Antinea
is in my arms. This is no haughty, voluptuous woman whom I am pressing to my heart. It is only an unhappy, scorned little girl.

So great was her trouble that she showed no surprise when I stepped out beside her. Her head is on my shoulder. Like the crescent moon in the black clo