CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER XI
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"Beside this stone wall I want flowers," Lydia was saying to her landscape-gardener, as she persisted in calling Jim Dodge. "Hollyhocks and foxgloves and pinies-I shall never say peony in Brookville-and pansies, sweet williams, lads' love, iris and sweetbrier. Mrs. Daggett has promised to give me some roots."
He avoided her eyes as she faced him in the bright glow of the morning sunlight.