"If you knew how much importance I attach to your answer," he continued passionately, "you would not refuse me one. It seemed to them they could never have been really alive before, but only dimly anticipating existence. 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. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone.
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