But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. "Bring him out, Quilt. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. He could think about it later. ’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. Abruptly the sterner look vanished and she twinkled. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers.
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