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Mrs. Peele and the girls returned with the June roses; the house was filled with guests at once. The Cuban had gone to his islands for the summer, and May chose to wear the willow and occasionally to weep upon Patience's unsympathetic shoulder; but as frequently she consoled herself with the transient flirtation. Hal, apparently, was her old gay self. She did not mention Wynne's name, and Patience was equally reticent.
"I should be the last to remind any woman of what she wished to forget," she thought. "And love-what does it amount to anyhow? If He came I believe I should hate him, because once I felt something like passion for him too."