’ ‘Yes, I know,’ Gerald put in with an irrepresssible chuckle. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. She got up early, and walked about the garden in the dewy June sunshine and revived her childhood. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. Her mind left her. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face.
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