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Would you tell her … now?" his eyes flaming with mockery. 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. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. She is Bohemian to the fingertips. She must not tell Martha about Gerald. ‘So it is that you have made Jacques betray me. Kneebone's 346 XIV. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands.
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