"Hold!" interposed Thames, "he can do no more mischief. ”
“No doubt. 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. Of course, if at any time—see
reason—alter your opinion. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. But her great-aunt was
nodding, as if this was what she had expected. Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone
at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his
chair, gave free scope to his merriment. ”
“Relaxation, perhaps.
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