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“It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her hands, pushing her away. 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. She shrugged her shoulders. An ill-lined purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run. I fought. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. “If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me.
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