"Speak English?" boomed the voice. "Owen, Owen," pursued Mrs. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. From long experience with both races he had acquired definitions, but none snugly applied to this girl. 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. Ah Cum halted the caravan and indicated that they might step within and watch.
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