There was a stain of wine upon her dress. ‘Certainly you are imbecile. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Not fit to be dust on your boots. She parted the curtains to find him standing there. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another.
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