the many by-turnings that may divert you from your way

nonbiological father/mother

He struck my chains, and gently spake and smiled: As they were loosened by that Hermit old, Mine eyes were of their madness half beguiled, To answer those kind looks.

'Priscilla,' she said, --- 'The same name I've had for twenty years!' She smiled cynically. 'And, before you ask why, I was stoned when I chose it, so any thoughts of Cill were in my subconscious. I used to think it was classier than Louise or Daisy... probably because the Trevelyans were such snobs.'