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She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. ” “Do you?” “We were great friends at school. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’ ‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly. ” Sebastian said, though she swore she detected the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice. Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. Mrs. Leonardo was to me nothing at all. ’ ‘I do. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. 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. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors.
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