’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. It was astonishing how seldom it was that his instincts betrayed him. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. Nothing else weighs against it.
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