Her father had smiles ready for her, he seemed to be truly happy with her for the first time since her infancy. ‘Unless he is himself a man of substance. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head.
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