’ ‘What, even less delightful than Gerald?’ enquired Lucilla, her eyes dancing. I thought that I was marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. It was such an unexpected stroke of fortune. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness.
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