’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they could not make out who had uttered it. Monsieur Charvill, he has not the means to choose different. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them.
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