’ ‘Sit down, Hilary,’ ordered Lucilla, and to Gerald’s amusement, her betrothed did so, perching on the desk close by and staring fixedly at the major. Where else could she go?’ ‘And there aren’t too many of them around,’ agreed Hilary on a gloomy note. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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