’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. "Back!" cried Jack fiercely: "lay a finger on her, and I will fell you to the ground. “We may just as well have our talk afterwards,” she said, “and I need not keep poor Mr. " "Take it back yourself," retorted Jack, sullenly. He has got five minutes' start of you.
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