She read further, this profoundly hopeful comment: CONTENTS "Have you never heard it said of a woman, 'She is not pretty, but she has the disturbing charm, whatever it is'?" Finally she read this, the sentence that set her trembling: CONTENTS "In the small packet enclosed there is sealed up the result of years of Research, with directions for its use." It lay in her hand, the packet which she had taken up as gingerly as if it had been turpinite, or something else capable of blowing her out through the window and past the long wooden pier, across the sparkling Baissin, over the sandhills with their lighthouse and into the Bay of Biscay where those rollers foamed and roared.... The old Scientist had said "Madness!" This girl longed to accept every word of it; partly, perhaps, because every loving woman secretly believes there must be some Power of this kind, could she but find it—the power to compel the love she covets. Here it was. Hastily she broke the wrapping; it disclosed an inner packet and a paper. In small characters there was written on the paper: CONTENTS Directions for Use. Directions for Use. "This charm must be worn, hidden, about the person of him or her who wishes to test its efficacy. "It may be hidden about the dress or person of someone who does not know of its properties; its power will work, nevertheless. "A small portion of the charm will suffice. "Constant use does not wear away its power." Olwen, bending closely over the inner packet, sniffed at the pleasant musky scent that rose from it.
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