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. Mr. Now I have done something for which you might be pardoned if you did kill me. He was evidently nervous, and very anxious to be impressive; his projecting eyes sought to dominate. He stopped abruptly.
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