” She glanced into his blue eyes wearily. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. ‘How could you possibly know it?’ ‘I know it,’ Lucilla told him frostily, ‘because Dorothée told me that Madame Valade went off with Gerald positively purring in her ear—which is a thing he never does—and came back with him looking like the cat after cream. But he held the smile until she turned away from the curtain. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding.
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