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"Proclaim a public fight. 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. ’ He laughed. And in the Avenue she had an encounter with Ramage. Imitating the example of Mr. “Thank you—and good-bye. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy.
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