Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. She further suspected that he might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he had not already. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. It could not be a legal marriage. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Her eye wandered quickly over that riotous and disorderly assemblage, until it settled upon one group more riotous and disorderly than the rest, of which her son formed the principal figure. “You may not leave. ‘Gérard, do not go,’ she cried, breathless.
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