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. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. He would go there. ” “Perhaps you remember me, Miss Pellissier,” the second young man interposed. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. Perhaps the Parisian atmosphere had affected him. ” 227 “Your family?” “She was my first wife, and because she turned me, she was like a mother to me.
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