No, none at all. 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. She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. ’ She was seized by two strong hands and drawn close. He saw her, dripping with rosy pearls, rise out of the lagoon in the dawn light: he saw her flashing to and fro among the coco palms in the moonshine: he saw her breasting the hurricane, her body as full of grace and beauty as the Winged Victory of the Louvre. “We settled long ago—we’re hard stuff. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober.
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