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. "Whatever you say—you, behind those stars there, if you are a God. All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. . Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter.
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