You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. You heard her. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. She liked to do it for Cathy Beck, so that she could relax after waitressing all day at the Big Apple with a homemade meal. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. “I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good.
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