Alone; not even the dog to warn her, and Hoddy deep in the island somewhere. 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. "Perhaps that would have been best. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering.
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