She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. He trembled violently. Several people in the crowd seemed to be fighting. To return. His expression became pained. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. 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.
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