’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. ‘You do not say, “I am a gentleman born. You are NOT going to that ball!” Ann Veronica tried a less genial, more dignified note. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon.
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