‘I doubt it. I don’t know anyone. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. "Much that I would willingly forget. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. After all, this could never be the black sheep. ” “That sounds more promising,” Lady Lescelles declared. Spurlock bent his head to his knees. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively.
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