’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. His attitude was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from day. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair.
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