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. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. Yes, it was Manningtree really secured your father. I’m a hard young woman.
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