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James looked at Sofie, and he saw Morewsby. But he also saw Claire. And Morewsby. That was the crucial difference- that accursed Morewsby. But Raynare had been right- Sofie was more Claire's daughter than Susie had ever been. She had inherited all of Claire's softness and love of herbs, and had inherited a kind of firmness that could've only come from Morewsby. But was that a bad thing? He looked at the girl that for seventeen years he had rejected as not his own, and at last, James Bradley acquiesced. "Sofie," the humbled lawyer said, finally giving up, "you can be my daughter if you want to. But never forget that I am not your father."