Mr. ‘Yes, tell us everything at once,’ instructed Lucilla, pushing him towards the sofa she had vacated, and obliging him to sit beside her. Lucy marveled at the billiards table and the sauna. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. “They have all been trying to turn my head. Then he had gone away. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Can’t ask the gent to go abroad and condone a bigamy.
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