“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. In the first
place, it will be damnably dull. Thames, look the door. A boy no older than she, Gianfrancesco’s cousin,
whispered what he would like to do to her when she stole
into the hallways near the women’s chambers to fix
herself. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and
she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. Wood laughed louder than ever. "Oh, Gemini!" she exclaimed. She shut the door
behind her. The darkness was almost palpable; and
the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled.
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