Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. ’ Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was his habitual haunt when at home. “Lucy! You found me! I was just about to sleep some of those rum and Cokes off like the pig I am. The tall, blond boys, right?” “That’s them. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls.
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