" "What?" "We'll put those stories back into the trunk and never speak of them to him. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. It doesn't annoy me; it only disturbs me. You need not be afraid. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no more. "Is this a season to speak on such a subject?" "Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of my passion must plead my excuse. “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.
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