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He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. "It's runnin' a great risk. I've come to take you back home. 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. So the talk went on. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote. ” She said, embarrassed. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. No further responsibility whatever.
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