“You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. 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. I didn’t believe him and I said so. Sheppard's weight had destroyed the equilibrium of the plank: it swerved, and slowly descended. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. "They're about to murder your child —your child, I tell you! Do you comprehend what I say, Joan?" "I've hurt my head," replied Mrs. ' He muttered it continually.
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