John Singer Sargent Paul Helleu Sketching with his Wife

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duke shrugged. 'No doubt it ended in the river,' he said.
'And the child? He was given to the witches? Do they do human sacrifice?'
'It would appear not,' said the duke. The duchess looked vaguely disappointed.
'These witches,' said the duke. 'Apparently, they seem to cast a spell on people.'
'Well, obviously—'
'Not like a magic spell. They seem to be respected. They do medicine and so on. It's rather strange. The mountain people seem to be afraid of them and proud of them at the same time, It might be a little difficult to move 'Waif?'
'Wait, and consider. Patience is a virtue.' The duke sat back. The smile he smiled could have spent a million years sitting on a rock. And then, just below one eye, he started to twitch. Blood was oozing between the
Once again the full moon rode the clouds.
Granny Weatherwax milked and fed the goats, banked me fire put a cloth over against them.''I could come to believe,' said the duchess darkly, 'that they have cast a glamour over you as well.'In fact the duke was intrigued. Power was always darkly fascinating, which was why he had married the duchess in the first place. He stared fixedly at the fire.'In fact.' said the duchess, who recognised the malign smile, 'you like it, don't you? The thought of the danger. I remember when we were married; all that business with the knotted rope—'She snapped her fingers in front of the duke's glazed eyes, He sat up.'Not at all!' he shouted.'Then what will you do?''Wait.'