"The doctor and I agreed to give you a chance—for her sake. ’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. 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. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. From there I plan to travel until I reach Columbia—but any lawless country will do. ’ ‘You mean Valade? Don’t be downhearted.
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