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Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. \"Actually, John, I really must get going. 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. “I can’t. “After all,” she said, “if this person will not be reasonable, I am afraid——” It was enough. I had rather have trouble and hardship like that than be taken care of by others. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her.
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