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She got up early, and walked about the garden in the dewy June sunshine and revived her childhood. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. And there are other guides. Before it is too late. ‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup.
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