Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. ” The full significance of her words did not instantly appear to him. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. 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.
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