Suppose our proper place is a shrine. If she returns to the house from which we took her, her companions will laugh at her and smother her with ridicule. Sheppard now directed her steps. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. Hopefully. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. 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. The door leading to the front of the house was stealthily opening.
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