Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. She would have been amazed if John was even aware of any one of the incidents. “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. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. “Hold on. " There was a pause.
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