’ Gerald let out a sigh both relieved and satisfied and repeated the name. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. “Silly!” he remarked after a pause. "I've spoken. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. Afterwards, it may be different. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. ‘Keep your distance! You dare to tell me I cannot refuse?’ He glared at the girl.
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