“Come in here a moment, will you, Blanche,” he said. "
"Unconsciously, perhaps," replied Thames. Very
well. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating
the singular role he had elected to play. 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. The sun was setting when she
carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their
remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale
chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of
mildewy lettuce. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered
that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way.
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