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. ’ ‘Yes, but I have not gone,’ Melusine said impatiently. It is she that I must see. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face.
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