She produced from the depths of her pride the ugly investigatory note of the modern district visitor. Petite build, like herself. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. 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. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. And before Kneebone could draw his sword, he felled him to the ground with the iron bar.
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