Also she remembered very vividly the smell of orange blossom, and Alice, drooping and spiritless, mumbling responses, facing Doctor Ralph, while the Rev. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. ” Her words were slurred with sleep. 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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