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. “There, there, now. What is the supreme idea in the heart and mind of youth? To win fame and fortune: and particularly to enjoy them. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best.
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