Yet you catch her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. ” She fumbled with her keys and opened the front door. Come and see him, Lucia. E. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. Would that a certain major might cast upon her such a look.
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