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Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. 126 Lucy drank them as the first rays of watery sunlight seeped through the mullioned windows, then put their husks in the claw-footed bathtub. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. "Surely," she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance to what my mother has just said.
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