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“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. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air. “I thank you for your advice,” she said. " "My courage gave out. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that much in my entire life, Lucy, and that’s saying something. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside.
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