“You are right, of course, my dear, but I should very much like to know more of the particulars.” Mrs. Dancy sighed heavily and abandoned their bench to pluck off the last bloom dangling on a near-dead rose bush behind them. She held the fragile survivor to her nose and inhaled as half the petals fell away and floated to the ground. “Well, it is no use,” she said as she waved the same hand in frustration, causing the remaining petals to take flight.
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