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 young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. And nearly all these things were fearfully ill-paid. ’ She threw a melting look at Roding. . Daughters were not like sons. She glanced at him. Anna sat quite still for a moment, and then the colour suddenly returned to her cheeks. "Thames was always your favourite," observed Jack, as he fastened another piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper.
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