Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. All they left it was the moon and stars. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. . Get pen and paper for the missie. Mr.
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