I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. She is more dear to me than anything else. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. ” She glared at Sebastian over the drawing table where she was sketching in chalk, then over at the fifteen year old boy who was asleep in a disheveled pile of rushes in the corner.
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