" The phrase was new, but Ruth nodded understandingly. ” “Tell me more. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. He could hardly open the envelope, he trembled so. 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. Nevertheless it was overwhelming.
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