“To hide her relief, Laura stepped forward and embraced her daughter. 'My poor darling. He's not worth weeping over. If he doesn't appreciate a girl like you...' But, even to her own ears, the words sounded quaint. What man ever warranted the tears shed on his behalf?”

Meg Rosoff

Meg Rosoff - “To hide her relief, Laura stepped forward...” 1

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