In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. ” “But you,” she exclaimed, “you are not coming. After all, they’re history in the making. ” “I’m curious. 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. His face was downcast. ’ Melusine’s heart leapt, and as swiftly clattered into dead stillness as the implication of the second name hit home. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee.
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