’ Hilary stared. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it. ’ ‘And you believe her?’ asked Lucilla, raising her brows. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Of course, why not? She would be honest, anyhow! She turned her eyes to Manning. I fought. I don’t know.
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