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"Yes; and I hope you'll take ample vengeance upon him," said Quilt. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned. I felt somehow I’d hurt you. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again.
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