Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. Every man in her life had betrayed her one way or another. I should like to have had you forgive me. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. “I don’t care what any one thinks,” said Ann Veronica.
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