Her mouth dry, she made her feet walk on, not daring to utter a word. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. ‘Because she, naturally enough, does not consider that it is in any way my affair.
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