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As she says in the first sentence, Violet Clay is a painter. On the morning that the book begins she is doing the fine touches on her 200th cover for a Gothic novel, the 200th girl fleeing a hideous old manse. To execute that theme so often requires ingenuity; Violet has borrowed from everyone 'from Giotto to Whistler.' She muses on the last lines of Windrift Woman: 'I saw his dark eyes soften, his grim mouth relax into a smile. It was then I knew there would be no more black moods of indecipherable melancholy . I felt the love in every line of his frame flow into mine, and I knew we would belong to each other now and always.'
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