” She put her face closer to his. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. Good night. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm.
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