At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. 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. "But trifle with mo no longer. Afterwards was the most delightful part of all!. You saw him? You have been to Remenham House?’ ‘Remenham House? I wish I’d been only to Remenham House. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. "A drunken idea," said Ah Cum, taking his hands out of his sleeves.
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