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. FOOTNOTES:
[A] At the hospital of Saint Giles for Lazars, the prisoners conveyed from the City of
London towards Tyburn, there to be executed for treasons, felonies, or other
trespasses, were presented with a Bowl of Ale, thereof to drink, as their last refreshing
in this life. She made a curious movement toward
her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on
the table and turned to follow her brother. ‘Who has begun this but you?’
Gerald barely heard her. "You will not make it valueless in my eyes," he added, catching her in
his arms, and pressing her to his breast. “I am sorry for the
way I acted, Lucy. ’
‘Now why didn’t I make that connection?’ Gerald asked of the air in a tone of
regret.
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