" "I am here in Canton," she replied, simply. 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 do swear. This was rather too much to expect; for we all know, if Mr. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. Spurling," said Jonathan, who overheard the whisper, "you owe your situation to me.
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