The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. I’m not sure if Janine cared.
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