“Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. I don’t feel it. I'm a slave to my word. She knew it. Brewis had told him the Valade family had been victim to wholesale murder, and a twinge of compassion had wrung even his deliberately hardened heart. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy.
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