• OFTEN SHE WOULD LIFT THE LID OF THE GOLDEN COFFER AND LOOK AT THE TATTERED ROBE Frontispiece
• A SUDDEN STRANGE NEW LIGHT WOULD SHINE OUT OF ITS PAGES Facing p. 30
• HE WENT FORTH INTO THE DAWN SLEEPLESS Facing p. 36
• THE HERALD ONCE MORE SET THE TRUMPET TO HIS LIPS AND BLEW Facing p. 56
• HER ONLY CARE WAS TO GAZE ALL DAY AT HER OWN FACE Facing p. 60

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