’ ‘Who is that?’ demanded Lucilla eagerly. She held out her hand frankly. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. Mike was already on dishwasher duty when John rang the doorbell. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. “A bad thing for me when that legacy came.
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