As
they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom
was almost impenetrable. "
"You don't remember your mother?"
"Oh, no; she died when I was very little. "Come along, my sly shaver. ’
‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge
straw bonnet all over flowers. "What shall I
say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave
her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved
something—her mother. She did not question or analyze the craving; she took the plunge
joyously. Place a pistol at my
ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. This she would not endure.
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