‘You could have fetched me home. 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. It was too good to be true. “I believe after all it’s coming out!” said Miss Stanley. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself.
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