In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. They are not your children, they never were. ‘But―but how can he know?’ His soldier’s instinct overtook Gerald and he dropped all his insouciance in a bang, becoming brisk. But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an intrusion. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. ‘Yes, do,’ approved Lucilla.
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