He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work.
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