Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and saw a dimple peep out. Perhaps I may borrow yours one day?’ ‘Lucilla, you wretch,’ burst from the captain. ’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair.
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