The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. He slid out of her. ’ Gerald grinned. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. "Oh, yes!—for always!" He took her hands and pressed them upon his thrumming heart; and in this attitude they remained for some time.
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