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‘There is no question of a dispute. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. ‘Well, water under the bridge is that, miss. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers.
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