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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 suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. ’ ‘Yes, but when I think about this, I do not think I can do so,’ she said candidly.

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