They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. ‘This is not a place for a man. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. I was mean to him. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. Do anything to please you, Vee. “There’s endless reasons, no doubt, why we shouldn’t,” he said. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. I miss them so. Thought she was a nun at first. ’ ‘In a way she had been,’ said Prudence. The next moment he was by her side.
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