’ ‘Sit down, Hilary,’ ordered Lucilla, and to Gerald’s amusement, her betrothed did so, perching on the desk close by and staring fixedly at the major. She moaned, having failed in her mission to find her mother and her God. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. " "Poh! poh! say no more about it," rejoined the man hastily. ‘Never fear, my love. Rummage, my boy, do.
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