“Can you take any from me?” “No, I won’t do that. Now we meet again, and you will scarcely look at me. 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. So let me assure you now that we are not accusing you of a crime. By and by he ventured to peer into this window.
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