Ennison kicked it away with his foot. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. ‘You wouldn’t know one end of a pistol from the other. I want to know what you are doing; how you think this work of yours really does serve women. 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.
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