CHAPTER XVI Ah cum began to worry. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice. ” He examined the emerald in his hands and placed it carefully on the glass table.
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