There was a man, a boy, and a woman. Perhaps I deceived you about it. . 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. The door leading to the front of the house was stealthily opening. He knew. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. Brendon made a quick movement forward. “Of course,” he ventured, “I could try for more at the ‘Alhambra.
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