Somewhere, where we can talk without interruption. A species of vertigo seized him. “I want to find an address. "Very well. For a moment O'Higgins had hoped that the ink applications would be recent. . ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. He was an imaginative young man. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. I knew it was only a matter of time before the boys started paying attention to you, Lucy. He laughs at locks and bolts; and the more carefully you guard your premises from him, the more likely are you to insure an attack.
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