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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. Diedermeyer, sweetheart? He just went in. There was no one else in the doorway. ’ ‘How could he when he didn’t even handle it himself? Went off, I told you, and left it all to me. And Miss Miniver fell discussing whether Goopes or Bernard Shaw or Tolstoy or Doctor Tumpany or Wilkins the author had the more powerful and perfect mind in existence at the present time. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it was good money.
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