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. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything. I am sorry that I do not know any one in London. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. He was unable to possess Lucy's hand as he had in the cinema, separated by the annoying chasm between the van's plush seats. .
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