’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. One might suppose him turning up; he knew a lot of clever people, and some of them might belong to the class. ‘Parbleu, but what a person you make me! One who spies. I thought that you loved Paris and your work so much. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron.
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