“It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father.
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