Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. ’ ‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting down beside her. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. ’ ‘Oh, have you?’ grunted Gerald, surprising in himself a surge of some odd emotion at these words. Without hindrance—present occupation. He sent me home. \" \"Oh, that is pretty.
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