’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. He's safe enough now. She watched, puzzled, as her cavalier frowned at the newcomer, glancing from him to Melusine and back again. ‘Do not beg my pardon. " Jonathan's eyes glistened as he told over the notes. “But—your people!” she gasped. She wanted his attention, but so did everyone else.
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