One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her. Then abruptly Mr. 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. . ” “Friends!” said her father. " "I care for no risk, provided I can serve you," rejoined Sheppard.
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