As sure as you're sitting there, Mr. ‘But Gérard—if you mean the fellow Alderley who was making eyes at Yolande—is not here. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. 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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