"I am content," said Jack. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. ’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening. Montague Hill do not interest me in the least.
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