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. It was not as bad a wound as she had at first thought, and the blood was only oozing now. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. One doesn’t realize that even the sort of civilization one has at Morningside Park is held together with difficulty. Superimposed was the agitating thought of what would follow the death of this unwelcome guest: confusion, poking authorities, British and American red tape. . How the devil did you break a picture?’ ‘Don’t be obtuse, Hilary. They steal over to Copeley's at night and dispose of the pearl for cash. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. Deep silences came between them. Now I’ll tell you what I propose.
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