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. "Stir a foot, at your peril. No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different. ‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes. . “Thanks, so do you.
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