2. "I repeat," said Ah Cum, "that the venture is not propitious. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. Andrew's, the churchyard wall of St. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on the other hand, there was no lingering. He was conscious of a quickening of his heartbeat and the familiar rise of adrenalin that sent his senses soaring in anticipation. Stop it. ‘She’s little more than a schoolgirl, just out. Its heroes never had daughters, they borrowed other people’s. What's all this about, anyhow? You.
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