The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his
friend. Her first orders were to summon the rest of her servants to
make immediate preparations for her departure for Lancashire. “Come,” he continued, “the world after all is a very small place. They may love us, but
they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. Do you
know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of
these millionaire tradesmen. But it was now too late to turn
back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured
after his conductor. 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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