V. 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. "Here, Caliban, go and fasten his padlock. Anna followed her finger, and looked back into her sister’s face. And, anyhow, it doesn’t matter to us. ’ ‘Precisely,’ Gerald repeated.
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