” She slipped it on her finger, and added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last week. " "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. ’ ‘You little fiend,’ exclaimed Gerald wrathfully. Will you leave us for a few minutes?" "You are not going to be harsh?" "I wish to talk about the future.
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