” “Ye—e—es. . "I'm prudence personified. 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. Every movable mirror had been placed here, to discourage vanity, and since no whitewash covered the brocaded purple wallpaper, its pervasive hue gave an added sense of heaviness to the crowded chamber. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my rooms!” The man stepped into the middle of the room.
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