’ ‘Yes, indeed,’ agreed Lucilla enthusiastically. He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance. ‘You are related to General Lord Charvill?’ ‘Monsieur le baron, he is my grandpére,’ she confirmed. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning round.
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