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I reached home refreshed and invigorated. The china-asters that she had planted were blooming. Martella had decorated her grave with the loveliest flowers, and maintained that the wild bees affected that spot more than any other. Her memory gradually began to present itself to me as overgrown with flowers.
I went to attend the winter session of the Parliament, and Martella accompanied me. We lived with Annette -- she would take no refusal, and we were both at ease in her beautiful house.