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But days had now passed. She saw herself in very much Vivie’s position—managing something. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. " "You're not going to betray me!" cried Jack, in alarm. ‘Tell me about the convent? Were you happy there? They were kind to you, the nuns?’ ‘Oh, but yes. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. ” “By all means,” Brendon answered. . ” “Yes, but you forget; how am I to live?” “Easily. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. 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. Forthwith he presented his card. .
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