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"It e is power; power corrupts Corruption brings shanorance may not be bliss, but it is perhaps preferable to a life lived in sharee?"

"I’m not sure" Eureka sensed Diana would have liked Madame Blavatsky She would have trusted this translator "I think I’d rather know the truth, regardless of the consequences"

"So you shall" Blavatsky offered a mysterious se of the woman’s desk "We want your best price No funny business"

"I see you’ve brought your business er" Blavatsky cackled, then inhaled and contenitude and intricacy … It’s going to be very taxing for an old woman"

Cat held up her hand Eureka hoped she wouldn’t tell Madame Blavatsky to talk to it "Cut to the chase, lady"

"Ten dollars a page"

"We’ll give you five," Eureka said

"Eight" Blavatsky pinched another cigarette between her bright red lips, clearly enjoying this ritual

"Seven-fifty"--Cat snapped her fingers--"and you throw in the chee"

"You won’t find anyone else who can do what I can do I could ask for a hundred dollars a page!" Blavatsky dabbed her eyes with a faded handkerchief, h you have more help than you know Know that" She paused "Seven-fifty is a fair price You have a deal"

"What happens now?" Eureka asked Her ear was ringing When she rubbed it, for acoh her left ear Impossible She shook her head and noticed Madame Blavatsky notice

The wo you for a very long time"

"Who?" Cat looked around the room

"She knows" Madame Blavatsky smiled at Eureka

Eureka whispered, "Ander?"

"Shhh," Mada is brave and auspicious, Eureka Do not be troubled by the things you cannot yet understand" Suddenly she swiveled in her chair to face her coes in batches via e with a link to my Square account for payment"

"Thanks" Eureka scrawled her email address, slid the paper to Cat to add hers

"It’s funny, isn’t it?" Cat handed Mada a translation of so so ancient?"

Madame Blavatsky rolled her watery eyes "What you think is advanced would embarrass any of the masters of the old Their capabilities vastly surpassed ours We are a thousand years behind what they achieved" Blavatsky opened a drawer and pulled out a sack of baby carrots, breaking one in half to split it between the two turtles awakening fro "There, Brunhilda My darlings" She leaned toward the girls "This book will tell of far lasses back up on her nose and gestured at the door "Well, good night Don’t let the turtles bite you on your way out"

Eureka rose shakily fros Eureka paused, looking at the book on the desk She thought of what herher instincts If Eureka wanted to knohat her inheritance meant, she had to trust Madame Blavatsky She had to leave the book behind It wasn’t easy

"Eureka?" Madaer "You knohat they told Creon, of course?"

Eureka shook her head "Creon?"

" ‘Suffering is wisdom’s schoolteacher’ Think about it" She drew in her breath "My, what a path you are on"

"I’m on a path?" Eureka said

"We look forward to your translation," Cat said in a ht away; I may not But don’t hassle me I work here"--she pointed at her desk--"I live upstairs"--she jerked her thu "And I protect my privacy Translation requires time and positive vibrations" She looked out the"That would be a good tweet I should tweet that"

"Madah the atelier door "Does my book have a title?"

Mada at Eureka, she said very softly, "It is called The Book of Love"

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