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“Come, we must go home and have some luncheon. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. ‘What could either of us have done?’ To Gerald’s acute consternation, Melusine’s lip trembled suddenly, and her eyes filled. Stanley. She stood face to face with him, and his voice cut across her speech and made her stop abruptly. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield.
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