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’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. "Were I in your place," said Smith, "I should be apprehensive of Wild, because he's a declared enemy. ’ ‘That is what you think? Eh bien. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. He became really companionable, discussed the new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour.
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