Hurry. ’ ‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. I have been imaging—” “Mr. ” “Agreed,” said Ann Veronica.
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