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 1       II| bordered with velvet turf, with flowers, and with dense shrubbery.~ ~
 2       VI|  delight at meeting each other, flowers exchanged between them—which
 3      XVI|         regrets the loss of her flowers, he has declared that he
 4     XVII|         Martial.~ ~She took the flowers, and while arranging them
 5     XVII|          and laden with pots of flowers and shrubs.~ ~This sight
 6     XVII|       to Aunt Medea’s heart.~ ~“Flowers!” she exclaimed, in a voice
 7     XVII|         with passion. “He sends flowers to her as he does to me—
 8     XVII|       What are you saying about flowers?” inquired the impoverished
 9     XVII|       the slightest allusion to flowers. She was suffocating—and
10     XVII|        steps from her stood the flowers brought from Sairmeuse;
11     XVII|        sent you these beautiful flowers?”~ ~Marie-Anne turned crimson.
12     XVII|   fiance that you are accepting flowers.”~ ~“What! the Marquis de
13    XXXIX|        and the wreath of orange flowers from her head, and trampled
14      LII|      foot, and by the beautiful flowers on the carpet, which he