There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. She threw her arms around Rollo's neck and laid her cheek upon the flea-bitten head. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. You give her a daub here and there where the rust shows. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know.
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