Of late, he has become the instrument of Walpole, and does all the dirty work for the Secret Committee. ’ ‘Quite right, Gerald,’ approved Lucilla. Wood fancied he recognised. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind.
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