) You are all the slender goddesses. “I haven’t seen the new Patience, dear,” she said. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. She answered him almost coldly. Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. He wanted her named Mary. Sc. 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. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend.
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