It was
warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. 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’ve told them all that was necessary, but I—
wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for
breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my
wound—or I should have bled to death. ‘Until today. It’s not far from twilight. When the paroxysm passed,
he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support.
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