’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long. She cursed herself for a fool.
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