“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. No one seeing you together could doubt that she is your granddaughter. But come, sir. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. Instead, her husband was probably wise. His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. And though I say it that shouldn't say it, no man can tie a better knot.
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