Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to call myself her friend. They are not your flowers. I'm sorry. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. I thought you might like to see.
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