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“NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. 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. " There was a pause. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. ‘Major, sir!’ The major appeared so swiftly that Melusine was instantly suspicious. Wood's at Dollis Hill, wholly unsuspicious of any designs against him, and, in fact, entirely ignorant of your being acquainted with his return, or even of his existence. She fell asleep instantaneously, fatigued from weeks of exhaustion.
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