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 continued to fan herself. Behind her stood Caliban, chuckling to himself, and grinning from ear to ear. I did not know you spoke Kanaka," he broke off. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. Don’t be frightened, dear.
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