He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. 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. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral.
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