Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Pardon what I have said, Madam. But Ann Veronica had still to get to her chief topic. 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. Martha had the square look of solid English citizenry, which was not deceiving. Perhaps her granddaughter might marry his grandson.
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