‘You see, I had another reason for visiting your grandfather. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. I seek chaos, but not out of choice. She was nestled under his bedspread. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears.
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