"My name is Kneebone," added
the portly personage, stepping forward. ”
Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. 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. ’
‘Yes, that is reasonable,’ agreed Melusine, nodding. How can you say
such things? You’re too young to be married, and realize
this: you’re not ready. The whole story of
your relationship is a fabrication. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or
pneumonia or something like that.
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