Every day in the year you will witness such scenes. 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. So it does. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. "At the bottom of that big envelope I found this one. I applaud your prudence: it is, however, needless. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. I'm crazy over music, too.
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