’ ‘How do you know?’ Lucilla repeated, almost as sceptical as her intended spouse. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. You are the High Priestess of Life. 136 They came out and said it: Lucy was needed at home to cook and clean.
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