’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Pah! What a pig is this générale. I shall find him yet. ‘Ah, now I may see what damage Gérard has done to me,’ she muttered, crossing to the table and putting her hand to the sore place at her neck. The Ragged Edge. ‘You are wise, Marthe. He loved you.
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