So he found her when he came round the corner of the spinney. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Don’t favour your father much, either, if it comes to that. The report of his detention caused an immense sensation. I believe I’m in love. ” “Yes,” said Mr. Wood, glancing angrily at her husband. ” Lucy became livid with rage. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me.
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