"Yes," replied Jack. “It is no good playing a game. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled. She longed to allow him to kiss her again, to touch her again. 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 then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. The terror faded from her eyes. He was standing at the moment close to the hatch, with his ear at the keyhole, and received a severe blow in the face.
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