"Here's a door," remarked Ireton, when he got to that nearest the leads, "which I could have sworn would have resisted anything. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. “What of her? Have you quarrelled with her?” The girl shook her head. . The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. “And me. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama unroll. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual.
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