’ ‘You know, Gerald,’ Lucilla put in thoughtfully, forestalling a withering rejoinder from the captain, ‘there may be something in that. Directly dinner was over Mr. " She departed reluctantly. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. But it is my fault. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set.
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