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 why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let
me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet
particuliar with me?”
He became radiant with anger. One or
two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with
rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened
for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other,
would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. Luckily it was so dark, and there was no lamp near, that the man did not notice
the condition of the body, which was placed in the vehicle by the two young
men. “I told you
I did not love you. “What is the good of talking?” said her brother.
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