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He continued his ditty, in spite of the angry glances of his leader. “I wonder if I’ve been properly brought up. 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. Spurling. But the Yale spirit!" Ah Cum laughed. But you had better know the truth to start with. "Poor Mrs. Sheppard, hastily; "is that the name?" "Ay, ay, now I look again it is Trenchard. She said”—Ann Veronica shivered again—“‘I hope it won’t make you uncomfortable, my dear’—like that—‘and whatever you do, do be careful of your hair!’ I think—I judge from her manner—that she thought it was just a little indelicate of us—considering everything; but she tried to be practical and sympathetic and live down to our standards. It was a precious thing, a beautiful cabochon—do you know what that is?” “What’s a cabochon?” “It’s a precious jewel that doesn’t have facets yet. ” He replied. “You do not quite understand,” she said gently.
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