‘Eh bien, you are not like Leonardo. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. It was a reputation by no means deserved.
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