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I must leave England to-night. “You’re kidding, right?” “Not kidding at all. At least, he would always be able to take care of Ruth. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers.
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