“You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. And why, after all, should she not borrow money from Ramage? It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously squeamish about money.
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