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“I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your
hands and slipping. “I shall have to give up biology, anyhow. May I ask the
nature of your interest in her?”
He hesitated. I fought. Don't shake so. 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. He thought he
heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle. Then came the javelin-men,
walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line of constables, marching in the same
order. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling.
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