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" She sent a covert glance toward the young man. You have to come over to my house. ‘Then let her keep her Frenchified titles to herself. "Is she dead?" "No—no," answered Hogarth. Mrs. 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 closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers.
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