He was amused. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness.
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