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Mrs. Save us!" he cried, as his glance accidentally alighted on the drawing, which Winifred had dropped in her agitation. “I shot him. The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. 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. He thanked God for this talent of his.
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