Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. Could you just let me in? I have a surprise for him. Heaven will not permit the continuance of such wickedness as you practise. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home. I’m going up to London with the Widgetts to that ball. Her husband was prouder of her every day.
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