But I shan’t try to stop you. 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. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off. " This she did carefully, but inwardly commenting that he was still in the realm of strange fancies.
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