. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. Here was an experienced man of the world, her friend, who evidently took a great interest in this supreme topic and was willing to give her the benefit of his experiences! Why should not she be at her ease with him? Why should not she know things? It is hard enough anyhow for a human being to learn, she decided, but it is a dozen times more difficult than it need be because of all this locking of the lips and thoughts. ’ Shock threw Melusine’s heart out of kilter and she looked instinctively towards the major. She could manage the major. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. He seemed to be labouring under some great excitement.
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