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sons or my nephews I doubt if I could have felt 

 more insulted ! I adore my garden, and yield 

 to no one in my estimation of its supreme 

 importance as a topic ; still there are moments 

 when even horticulture must learn to bow its 

 head ; when the reputation of one's Flag rises 

 to a higher place in one's estimation than even 

 the reputation of one's flower-beds. " Anemone 

 Blanda ! " I repeated several times to myself in 

 the course of the afternoon, and each time with 

 a stronger feeling of exasperation. "Anemone 

 Blanda, indeed ! " 



