The sins of the earth were familiar to her before her time, and suffering and the payment.

But Veronica was a child.
"It seems unfitting," she said quietly.

"He is almost like your uncle.
Of course, one may marry one's uncle--but he is too old for you, dear.
And, after all, with your name, and all you have--" "But I like Bosio," answered Veronica, simply.

"He is always good to me.
I talk with him a great deal.

And he is really not old, though his hair is a little grey.