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. What!—
you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. They flash to and fro, they thrill us with
expectancy. ”
Lucy chuckled at the sacrilegious comment, though it
was a very old one. ”
“Yes, yes. It may
bring us together again. By-the-bye, do
you want any money? Sir John’s ideas of pin money are not exactly princely, but
I can manage what you want, I dare say. He'd never forgive you. . . ”
“But didn’t Alice want to marry Doctor Ralph?”
“Oh, ssh, Vee!” said her mother, with an evasion as patent as an advertisement
board. An inarticulate instinct which now found
expression.
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