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. ’ ‘Gad, there is someone there,’ exclaimed Hilary beside him, shading his eyes with one hand. Grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and aunts … to love and to coddle lonely little girls. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. The pistol fell to the floor. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. In the next place, she really had some pretensions to beauty. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed.
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