Part 6 He became quite sure, by a sort of accumulation of reflection, as the day wore on. Her hair was the one part of her that did not exude the air of wealth. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Neither of them believed me. “They died within a few months of one another. ” “Delusion!” he muttered, glaring at her.
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