“It really seems as if we shall have to put down marigolds altogether next year,” Aunt Molly repeated three times, “and do away with marguerites. They had been so considerate of the earth they had touched that they barely left a footprint. I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. ’ Gerald smiled. But about the unknown Englishman she was not so satisfied. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. "Suppose he does. You’ll end there one day, mark my words.
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