A bumper round, gentlemen. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. There's a feather in your cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before. 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. She had no idea what she should do. “I don’t know. If I did not love you so much I believe I could win you by sheer force of character, for people tell me I am naturally of the dominating type. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. Mere formality. . Here, it might be anything at all. I wish they would just get it over with. No matter.
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