Just as he reached them, the Comte de St Erme drew Valade a little apart and began to converse with him in rapid French. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. "One-and-twenty, ah!" repeated Gay. Lucy thought of herself as belonging to Sebastian whether she liked it or not. Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics.
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