” “That’s horrible!” He gasped. "Perhaps things would have been different if she had lived. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. He knew what he knew. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. 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. No need to do such things.
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