"Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain.
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