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What are those wretched little flowers? said Mr. Redmayne, pointing at them contemptuously. Oh, don’t say that, said Howard; they are always the first to struggle up, and they are the earliest signs of spring. Those are aconites.
Aconites? Deadly poison! said Mr. Redmayne, in a tone of horror. Well, I don’t object to them, – though I must say that I prefer the works of man to the works of God at all times and in all places. I don’t like the spring – it’s a languid and treacherous time; it always makes me feel that I wish I were doing something else.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
What are those wretched little flowers? said Mr. Redmayne, pointing at them contemptuously. Oh, don’t say that, said Howard; they are always the first to struggle up, and they are the earliest signs of spring. Those are aconites.
Aconites? Deadly poison! said Mr. Redmayne, in a tone of horror. Well, I don’t object to them, – though I must say that I prefer the works of man to the works of God at all times and in all places. I don’t like the spring – it’s a languid and treacherous time; it always makes me feel that I wish I were doing something else.