Do you know how late it is?” She nodded. She could tell that he was leering at her. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived. 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.
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