Not at all. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. Her thoughts took words for themselves. I wouldn't touch the stuff for all the pearls in India. 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. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples.
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