He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. To her chagrin, he ignored her, and turned a venomous eye on his betrothed. ‘Étes-vous Francais?’ Her eyes, he noted, followed from himself to Hilary and back again, but she did not speak. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. Cathy reached out and touched Lucy’s chin with her two fingers, gently commanding her attention. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. ‘Dare I guess at the reason for your sudden interest in émigrés, Gerald?’ ‘Lucilla,’ barked Hilary warningly. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards.
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