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The wallflowers had grown up under the south side of the garden wall; a hedge of butterfly-brown and saffron. They gave out a hot, velvet smell, like roses and violets laced with mignonette.
Mamma stood looking at the wallflowers, smiling at them, happy, as if Mark had never gone.