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’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Whenever they stepped from the chairs, he stepped down. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. " "You don't remember your mother?" "Oh, no; she died when I was very little. “Someone must have found it and taken good care of it.
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