His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her. “Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. \" Lucy replied meekly.
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