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Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. “You ass and imbecile, Ann Veronica! You female cad! Cad! Cad!. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. 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. "She has flown up stairs," replied the widow.
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