When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. Is there anything you want?" She laid her hand on his forehead, and found it without fever. . ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you.
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