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She paced restlessly to the door
and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. “Morning, Mom. 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. ”
Her aunt answered in a low voice: “I was engaged to him, dear, for seven
years, and then he died. She had never seen her sitting on tables nor
heard her discussing theology, and had failed to observe that the graceful figure
was a natural one and not due to ably chosen stays. But it was only six-thirty. ”
His face darkened. He drew a little breath of relief.
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