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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. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are. This vile hovering to catch a man’s eye!. ” “One has theories,” said Ann Veronica, radiantly. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. " "Oh! name it.
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