“That is as you will,” she said. It’s all right. 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. "I have nearly done," replied the stranger. She felt terrible lying to him. "My name is Ruth Enschede. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. "It'll ease your mind. She said as much to him. What is the use of it? I do not wish to marry you.
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