Jean Fragonard The Bathers

Jean Fragonard The BathersThomas Gainsborough Mrs SheridanSandro Botticelli Venus and Mars
Esk sniffed again at the powder, which seemed to be pennyroyal with a base she couldn't quite identify, and carefully replaced the lid. While the two women exchanged gossip in a kind of feminine code, full of eye contact and the staff. I wondered what the bees were talking about. Well, well. Give me your hand, child."
Esk held out her hand. Hilta's fingers were so heavy with rings it was like dipping into a sack of walnuts.
Granny sat upright, radiating disapproval, as Hilts began to inspect Esk's palm.
"I really don't think that is necessary," she said sternly. "Not between us."unspoken adjectives, she examined the other exotic potions on display. Or rather, not on display. In some strange way they appeared to be artfully half-hidden, as if Hilts wasn't entirely keen to sell. "I don't recognise any of these," she said, half to herself. "What do they give to people?" "Freedom," said Hilts, who had good hearing. She turned back to Granny. "How much have you taught her?" "Not that much," said Granny. "There's power there, but what kind I'm not sure. Wizard power, it might be." Hilts turned around very slowly and looked Esk up and down. "Ah," she said, "That explains