‘But a spy I am not. She still had her letter of credit. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. “I got your note just in time,” he remarked. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. She had killed him. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations.
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