A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.
A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
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