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There was no mistaking the snowy birds taking flight with each embroidered stitch around the christening gown’s hem.
“I do not think Lucy capable of either understanding or appreciating the gesture,” was Marianne’s grumbling pronouncement.
“For in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head,” Elinor quoted Scripture like a proper parson’s wife, albeit with a furtive smile shared with her sister.
