The Old Mint III. 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. One could go to him and tell him one loved him. Solomon Smith seemed to be Mr. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. . “I do,” Anna answered.
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