And grasping the thick iron rod, she pushed with all her force against it, while Jack seconded her efforts from within. 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. ‘I do not know. She really must not go to that affair.
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