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. The roof was partially untiled; the chimneys were tottering; the side-walls bulged, and were supported by a piece of timber propped against the opposite house; the glass in most of the windows was broken, and its place supplied with paper; while, in some cases, the very frames of the windows had been destroyed, and the apertures were left free to the airs of heaven. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. “I believe that you are right,” he said softly. I will have nothing to do with you. But be patient, I am your fast friend.
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