“You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. It seemed an emblem of the ruin he had caused. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastened towards the assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly of a posse of watchmen and other guardians of the night.
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