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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. "A neighbour offered me a drive
to Paddington; and, as I haven't heard of my son for some time, I couldn't resist
the temptation of stepping on to inquire after him, and to thank you for your
great goodness to us both, I've brought a little garden-stuff and a few new-laid
eggs for you, Ma'am," she added turning to Mrs. ’
‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to
the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private
cells for the senior nuns. ”
They clambered down the hill together. . “You can’t think that I’m fool enough to be
put off like this. The clouds
were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in
daggers and torrents. You keep on coming truer, after you have seemed to come
altogether true. She was alone, and the mask of her
unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. If only you could
see the people who have been to call on me! Sir John has the most absurd ideas,
too. He hasn't found
himself, as they say.
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