He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. ” “You can’t be that,” said Ann Veronica, wisely. " "Others may, if you won't," muttered Jack, retiring. ’ ‘Bravo,’ applauded Lucilla, clapping her hands. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. ” “All right! And I never dreamed anything of the sort was going on. It’s no good hiding it any more. 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.
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