He's my father!" she bellowed, pointing to Creation." Vestie!" Beatrice said firmly, stopping to stare up at her. "I'll snip at the tongue if I ever see it in such a way again! Creation, speak to her." Vestie hung her head, shamefaced." Vestie," he said, his voice still gentle." Yes, Father."" Shout it out louder, my love. Shout it out louder.

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