But I don’t want to. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. ’ Gerald did not speak, but there was a look in his face that made Melusine glad she had at last had the courage to confide in him. He was not a sailor. It was the blouse that gave Lucy away. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk, unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse.
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