‘To find what?’ demanded Gerald. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed. We needn’t try and give ourselves airs. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. The young man looked at her. ’ A derisive snort greeted this passage.
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