’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern. I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. “I’ve been playing since I was five, Lucy! You’re just more talented than I am.
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