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{\title The walled garden \'96 A short story}{\author Tony Boutle}{\operator Tony Boutle}{\creatim\yr2004\mo7\dy31\hr10\min4}{\revtim\yr2004\mo8\dy1\hr11\min57}{\version7}{\edmins348}{\nofpages12}{\nofwords3039}{\nofchars17326}{\nofcharsws0}{\vern8203}}
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\fs24\lang2057\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp2057\langfenp1033 {\b\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\langnp1033 The walled garden \endash  A short story}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\langnp1033 
\par By Yotna El'toub  (Caution F/Plant Trans)
\par 
\par }{\b\f2 With thanks to my proof-reader Esu.}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\langnp1033 
\par _________________________________________________________
\par }{\b\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\langnp1033 Inspired by Lost Boys third competition and dedicated to the LB and his work.}{\f2\ul\lang1033\langfe1033\langnp1033 
\par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\b\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 WARNING: }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 
This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+
 please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story.
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The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. T
he characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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\par It was four in the afternoon, on a perfect summers day. Bethany lifted her head and stretched backwards to ease her cramping muscles. It was nearly done; the large lawn spread out before her - pristine. Bethany rested her well-padded chi
n on the top of the rakes handle. She breathed in deeply, }{\f2\cgrid0 savouring}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033  the sweet July air \lquote Bliss\rquote 
 she thought. She heard a slight cough behind her, and swiveled her substantial shoulders. Mr. Groome stood behind her, his crumpled appearance oddly out of place in so much perfection. He cleared his ancient throat.
\par 
\par \'93Master Hubbard has asked me to talk with you, Beth\'85\'94 He started.
\par 
\par \'93Oh no, what have I done wrong, I\rquote ve tried so hard \endash  I loves it here Mr. Groome!\'94 Bethany\rquote s face reflected her genuine concern.
\par 
\par \'93Ahem, now calm yourself Beth, Master Hubbard is pleased with you, very pleased! He wants you to work elsewhere tomorrow \endash  doing more vital work,\'94 croaked Groome\rquote s dry voice.
\par 
\par \'93Where, the vegetables patch, the nursery? Oh I\rquote d like that caring for the young plants!\'94 Bethany beamed.
\par 
\par \'93Even better, Beth,\'94 Groome paused and held up a scrawny arm, the long crocked forefinger pointed directly at the walled garden, \'93there, the inner sanctum!\'94
\par 
\par \'93But, but I\rquote m only a casual, me work in the walled garden! Are you sure those were his words?\'94 Bethany gazed, open-mouthed.
\par 
\par \'93Yes Beth, he feels you have something to give to the old place,\'94 Groome smiled, the first she had ever seen, \'93you m\rquote dear are to be congratulated!\'94
\par 
\par \'93Thank you Mr. Groome, I\rquote m so excited\'94 Bethany turned back to her work with added gusto.
\par 
\par As Groome wandered away he heard her voice, she started to sing in her lovely lilting style, it was always the same song.
\par 
\par \'93Early one morning just as the sun was rising,
\par I spied a poor maiden in the valley below\'85\'94
\par 
\par Groome stuffed his slender hand deep into his trouser pocket, and withdrew a mildewed handkerchief. He paused his shuffling progress, just long enough to wipe the tears from his eyes.
\par 
\par \'93Old fool\'94 He muttered to no one in particular. 
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evaporated, it would soon be time for supper. She hated this more than anything else, the snide comments, the hurtful glances. Bethany sighed a big sigh, and trudged towards the despised kitchen. Her thoughts took on a familiar}{
\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033  darkness \lquote Why do I have to be me, why am I so different?\'94
\par 
\par Bethany washed her hands in sullen silence, and then made her way to the supper table. Helen saw Beth coming, and she slid to the left crushing her side hard into George\rquote s.
\par 
\par \'93Sorry George, but I got to make way for porky Beth, I don\rquote t want to get flattened! I\rquote m sure Tim don\rquote t fancy her enough to offer his lap.\'94
\par 
\par Tim and George roared with laughter, and George blew his cheeks out grotesquely, lurching from side to side in a feigned wobble.
\par 
\par Macy spoke up.
\par 
\par \'93Leave her be! She can\rquote t help her looks, none of us can!\'94
\par 
\par Tim winked at George.
\par 
\par \'93I think you fancy her Macy \endash  I seen you staring at Helen when she bends over in the garden. I thinks you\rquote re a bit of a cat flap\'94
\par 
\par \'93Cat flap?\'94 queried Helen.
\par 
\par George replied for Tim.
\par 
\par \'93You know Helen, a cat flap \endash  swings both ways!\'94
\par 
\par Macy stared hard at Tim.
\par 
\par \'93Just because I reject you, it doesn\rquote t mean I\rquote m a dyke \endash  I\rquote ve just got taste!\'94
\par 
\par The table erupted into laughter again, except of course for Bethany, and her silence was as profound as it was angry.
\par 
\par The rest of the meal passed away in good-natured banter. Bethany said nothing, soon the clock chimed 10, and they all headed for their respective bedrooms, before the dim light became total darkness.
\par 
\par Bethany settled down in her secret spot by the window and waited, she knew she would not have to wait too long. Keeping her head well back from the window, she stared into Helen\rquote 
s window opposite her own. As her eyes became accustomed to the dark she could make out Helen on the bed, and yes, she was doing it again \endash  playing with her young supple body \endash  arching her back against her pleasure.
\par 
\par It was an odd and guilty pleasure that Bethany enjoyed, watching someone else, go where she had never been. Tonight was different, the moon was out and Bethany\rquote s view became increasingly clear. She could make out the detail of Helen\rquote 
s sensual dance in a way she never had before. For the first time Bethany was aware of her body, she wanted what Helen had.
\par 
\par She slid quietly from her wind
ow seat, and stood before her mirror. Raising her arms quickly she tugged the nightdress over her head. Her hands fondled the smooth slopes leading to her distended breasts and their heavy nipples. Then the moonlight flooded the room, the full moon had wr
estled free of its cloud cover and a blue cast brilliance fell on everything.
\par 
\par Bethany saw her reflection, it was stark, and she observed all her faults, her large hooked nose, thin lank hair, and worst of all her body! Bloated breasts sagged between her ch
ubby fingers, and her over-stretched belly took on a pasty, mottled hue. The spell was broken; Bethany sank to her bed and cried herself to sleep. 
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\par Chapter two: Inside
\par 
\par }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 When the new day dawned Bethany was up with the lark. Her }{\f2\cgrid0 sombre}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033  mo
od of the night before forgotten, she sang softly as she dressed. She slipped downstairs, avoided the kitchen and headed for the staff pigeonholes. To her }{\f2\cgrid0 
amazement it was there, a lumpy envelope containing the key to the walled garden. She had only seen it once before, on the day of her induction \endash  and now she was to work in the wonderful place!
\par 
\par Once outside Bethany virtually ran to the cherished gate, and she stood before it puffing madly. Her hands tore clumsily at the brown envelope, before extracting 
the key. She grasped it firmly and slid it into the lock, with all the care and passion a lover would use. Click, and the door swung open, one step and the garden engulfed her \endash  the door swung to and locked itself firmly against the outside}{
\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033  world.
\par 
\par There was a riot of }{\f2\cgrid0 colour}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 
, each shade carefully matched to the rest; it was as if she had walked into a Monet painting. It was an impression of paradise. Bethany walked past the flowing fountain, and breathed in deeply. The scented blossoms lifted her soul}{\f2 ; she 
almost forgot that she had come here to work. Her lazy eyes ran along the borders \endash  she could see nothing to be done \endash  all was perfection. A light tap on her shoulder caused her to visibly jump. She spun and looked straight into Mr. Groome
\rquote s friendly eyes.
\par 
\par \'93Sorry m\rquote dear you\rquote d drifted off, hadn\rquote t you \endash  I do some times \endash  breathtaking isn\rquote t it?\'94
\par 
\par \'93It\rquote s better than I remember it, Mr. Groome \endash  I have never seen such perfect blooms!\'94 Bethany whispered, overawed by the magical place.
\par 
\par \'93Yes, well quite so, but it\rquote s a lot of sacrifice, you know m\rquote dear\'94 Mr. Groome answered, quietly.
\par 
\par \'93So where am I to begin?\'94 Bethany asked.
\par 
\par \'93The rose\rquote s, you are to feed the rose\rquote s \endash  come this way, Beth\'94
\par 
\par Bethany walked along the perfect lawn side-by side with Mr. Groome, now she felt proud \endash 
 his equal! Shortly they tuned a slight angled corner and Bethany saw them for the first time. Row upon row of gigantic roses in every conceivable shade and colour, from black to white and from deepest red to the palest of yellows it was stupefying.

\par 
\par \'93This will be your life\rquote s work, Beth\'94 Mr. Groome announced, with a surprising flourish.
\par 
\par Bethany was amazed.
\par 
\par \'93You mean I\rquote m being offered a permanency?\'94 She enquired, dizzied by the thought of such luck.
\par 
\par \'93Indeed, a permanency, Beth\'94 Mr. Groome smiled.
\par 
\par He then pointed to the myriad solutions and containers.
\par 
\par \'93These roses are not normal Hybrid-T\rquote s, no these are special hybrids. The blooms are used for the main house displays. They need tender care and a special touch \endash  you have been selected for this privilege,\'94
 Mr. Groome announced, imperiously.
\par 
\par \'93Roses are my specialty Mr. Groome, I will not let you down!\'94
\par 
\par \'93I know, m\rquote dear, I know,\'94 he paused, as if to say some thing else, then shook his white mop of hair, \'93get to it then girl!\'94
\par 
\par Bethany beamed, and walked confidently over to the feeds and mulches spread out on the sackcloth that protected the lush grass. Her work began.
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\par }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 Mr. Groome locked the gate securely after him, and slowly trudged towards the main garden. Half way across the lawn a waving arm hailed him. \lquote Hubbard, damn him!\rquote 
 Mr. Groome thought, but still he respectfully made his way to his master.
\par 
\par \'93Groome, how is the new garden bride?\'94 Hubbard rasped.
\par 
\par \'93Settling in, master, settling in\'94 
\par 
\par \'93Well she better be up to it, the family\rquote s suffering Groome, we\rquote re getting scented blossoms \endash  but little more, We can not survive much longer, without true sustenance!\'94 Hubbard commented, rudely.
\par 
\par \'93Have I ever let the family down, master?\'94
\par 
\par \'93No, no Groome, you haven\rquote t\'94
\par 
\par \'93Apology accepted, master\'94
\par 
\par \'93Ah, yes, good day to you, Groome\'94
\par 
\par Cursing under his breath, Groome hobbled off to his other duties.
\par 
\par Bethany paused in her }{\f2\cgrid0 labour}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 , and looked up at the bright sun. It was way past mid-sky, so it must be well into the afternoon \endash  she must have worked f
or hours without rest. Strangely she felt fine, not in the least bit tired. Bethany took out her water flask and took a deep draught, swigging it back quickly. 
\par 
\par Clumsy to the last, she missed her mouth with some of the }{\f2\cgrid0 water; it ran in rivulets over her sweating body \endash  and finally dripped onto the parched earth. The soil drank just as deeply as Bethany}{
\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 , sucking the moisture into its darkness, and dampening the roses roots.
\par 
\par In the heat of the afternoon, the gentle breeze stirred the roses pollen into fertile clouds; they
 billowed across the still garden. Bethany took a deep breath, having finally slaked her raging thirst. She drew handfuls of the pollen-laced air deep within her nourishing lungs.
\par 
\par }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\langnp1033 At the end of a long and satisfying day, Bethany left the w
alled garden, dutifully locking the gate behind her. Not even the thought of supper could depress her tonight; she strode across the garden singing merrily. Her buoyant mood carried her through the meal with ease; she even took part in the banter \endash 
 laughing at her own ways. Bethany helped Macy clear away the plates.
\par 
\par \'93You\rquote re in a good mood Beth!\'94 Macy commented.
\par 
\par \'93Yes, it must be the new job\'94 Bethany smiled.
\par 
\par \'93That and the hairdo, it really suits you \endash  where did you get it done?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Nowhere, I\rquote ve been in the walled garden all day!\'94 Bethany replied.
\par 
\par \'93Yeah, sure \endash  anyway we all deserve or little secrets\'94 Macy quipped.
\par 
\par Macy slapped Bethany\rquote s ample behind and ran for the stairs.
\par 
\par \'93See you tomorrow\'94 she giggled, before disappearing.
\par 
\par Bethany shook her head in disbelief, and then moved the thick strands of hair away from her eyes, before climbing the stairs.
\par 
\par Once in her bedroom she ignored the ritual spying, she was too tired to bother watching Helen tonight. As soon as Bethany\rquote s head touched the pillow she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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\par }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\langnp1033 When morning finally arrived, Bethany rose early and wandered down to the walled garden, she reveled in the freedom of have some time to wander around its }{\f2 splendours}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\langnp1033 
 before the working day began. 
\par 
\par She found the pull of her corner of the garden irresistible, and soon found herself walking through the roses she now loved, tenderly stoking the dew damp petals as she passed. They felt almost like living flesh, smooth, slippery and se
ductive. Her fingers lingered deep in the recesses of one flowers petals, she felt sure it was suckling on them, just as an infant would.
\par 
\par Something tickled her thigh, and she reached down to swat the intruding insect away - to her surprise her fingers met
 lush vegetation. She glanced down her ample body to see what looked like a rose sucker, clinging to her leg. Then she felt the sharp but pleasant scratching of its thorns. Her leg felt warm, pleasantly warm, but there was something else. Bethany recognis
ed the feeling \endash  it was what she felt when she watched Helen secretly \endash  it was desire!
\par 
\par Too late she tried to pull her limbs away from her new lovers embrace. The }{\f2 anesthetising power of the plant aphrodisiac had immobilised her. Her mind grew dark, the odde
st feelings and desires flooded in. For some reason the name Confucius came bobbing into her head, something about \lquote lay back and enjoy it\rquote . Bethany sighed and followed the ancients\rquote  advice to the letter.
\par 
\par Bethany awoke, stood, and got on with the job of ten
ding for her roses. She lavished care on them and chatted to them, as one would a companion. All to soon her day in the garden came to an end. She locked up and walked back to the kitchen, she shared a pleasant supper with her friends. 
\par 
\par Even Helen was pleasant to her, asking her what diet she was on and how she had made her skin so clear. Bethany laughed off the comments, sure there was a jibe in there somewhere \endash  but it didn\rquote 
t matter, something had made her immune to the pain.
\par 
\par So it remained, the pattern became routine. Early mornings with her roses, days of hard work, and evenings filled with laughter. There were also the strange questions, the compliments, and a subtle change in the way Tim and George reacted to her. 
\par 
\par Their behaviour to her had altered; it became more attentive \endash  almost as if they want something from her. Something she had, Bethany was puzzled \endash  what on earth could it be?
\par 
\par Late one evening, Bethany looked up from her labours in the walled garden, suddenly realising how late it was. The sun was low on the horizon, and the round face of the full moon peaked above the far garden wall
. Bethany sighed, late for supper again! Bethany slipped lithely through the gate, locked it, and headed to the kitchen.
\par 
\par Supper was over, the kitchen was empty, the plates long since scraped, and washed. Bethany simply washed her hands and went to bed. Tonight though, sleep would not come, she rolled and tossed on her bed for a while, then
 she finally gave up. Idly she wondered, for the first time in ages, whether Helen would still be frantically exercising her desires. Curiosity defeated her reserve and Bethany stole her way to the vantage position by the window.
\par 
\par Bethany drank in the moonlit drama before her for all she was worth! Helen had company, it was Tim \endash  the couple writhed passionately on the low bed. Bethany held her breath, she watched avidly as Tim\rquote 
s long stalk slid in and out of Helen, over, and over. The desire hit Bethany from nowhere, intense and primal need \endash  burst from her belly. }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 She slid quietly from her window seat,
 and stood before her mirror. Raising her arms quickly she tugged the nightdress over her head.
\par 
\par Her hands fell to the gentle slopes of her firm breasts, her fingers twined themselves around the high domed nipples. Then the moonlight flooded the room, the 
full moon had wrestled free of its cloud cover and a blue cast brilliance fell on everything. Bethany saw her reflection, she was beautiful, dark brown hair cascaded in lush ringlets to her sumptuous breasts, her waist nipped tightly in, and the muscles o
n the flat stomach glistened.
\par 
\par Her eyes fixed on her sex; dark hair framed moist petal-like lips of rose red. Her lips hung lushly between finely sculpted thighs. She was astoundingly perfect. As perfect as anything in the walled garden! . The spell was com
plete; Bethany sank to her bed and brought on her first ever orgasm. Bethany finally fell into an exhausted, sated slumber.
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\par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 The next day, flowed to the established routine, but Bethany felt different \endash  complete \endash  a woman for the first 
time in her dull life. She worked with an added }{\f2\cgrid0 vigour}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 , sang with a more joyful lilt to her voice. The day flew by in happy }{\f2\cgrid0 endeavour}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 
. When the evening came she rushed to join her friends, to tell them of her fortune.
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\par Seated around the table Bethany chatted amiably with the group. Tim spent much of the mealtime talking to Bethany, making her laugh \endash 
 and teasing her. Suddenly Helen burst into tears and rushed upstairs, Tim hesitated and then reluctantly followed the sniveling girl. 
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\par \'93What\rquote s wrong with Helen?\'94 asked Bethany, innocently.
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\par \'93She\rquote ll live, she\rquote s just jealous Beth\'94 Macy replied.
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\par \'93Of who?\'94 Bethany asked, sweetly.
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\par George exploded in fury.
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\par \'93Of you, you prick-tease! Don\rquote t come the innocent with me, you flaunt it in front of us both, how do you expect us to react?\'94
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\par George stood, and stomped moodily upstairs.
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\par \'93Oh, I see, Helen isn\rquote t the only jealous one!\'94 giggled Macy.
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\par \'93What you mean \endash  George fancies, me? Don\rquote t be so silly!\'94
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\par \'93We all do Beth, believe me - we all do\'94 Macy replied in a low voice.
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\par \'93You all do\'85\'94 Bethany\rquote s voice fell.
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\par She felt something pressing against her panties, it rubbed rhythmically, and Bethany shuddered involuntarily, her eyes drawn down into her lap. Macy\rquote s bare toes were wriggling between Bethany\rquote s thighs, as wrong as it seemed \endash  i
t felt wonderful. Macy\rquote s big toe flicked past the hem of Bethany\rquote s pants and plundered her wetness.
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\par Bethany jumped up, her eyes filled with horror.
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\par \'93Leave me alone, just let me be Macy!\'94
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\par Bethany raced from the kitchen, leaving Macy alone.
\par The girl shrugged, used her elegant fingers to transfer Bethany\rquote s wetness from her toe to her expectant mouth. She swallowed, licked her lips and smiled \endash  before sliding her saliva-coated digits deep into her own groin.
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\par Once Bethany was safe in her room, she pummeled her pillow 
with pure frustration. It was just as bad; being beautiful was just as bad as being ugly. Before they had all wanted to ridicule her, now they all wanted to possess her! Not one of them wanted Bethany, she had no one, nothing. Then she thought, s
he did have something, she had her roses. She would visit them, she would visit her secret lover \endash  and spend the night in rhapsody.
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\par Bethany waited, eventually the house became quiet, and she slipped through her bedroom door. Quietly she edged it shut, creeping down the st
airs. The smell of female musk hung heavy in the dark kitchen, but Bethany was soon in the pure cool night air. Her slim naked form pranced across the lawn, pausing only momentarily to unlock the gate to the walled garden.
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\par Bethany ran into the centre of h
er beloved roses, and lay prone in their midst. She waited for the rustling, the soft caresses that drove her wild. She felt the familiar roughness of the stems against her wet sex. Then something new, the tender pick of a thorn at the junction of her lip
s. 
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\par She grew wild with passion, thrashing her head from side to side. Small prickles assaulted her inner lips; Bethany arched her back at the sensation. She felt the final act, a thorn penetrated her clitoris \endash 
 cascading her into multiple orgasms. With each gasp Bethany grew more diffuse, slowly her body merged with the soil, her intense pleasure feeding the hungry roots. Bethany fed the roses.
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\par }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 The girl followed Mr. Groome around the garden, nodding politely as he pointed thin
gs out. It took sometime, her large bulk made progress terribly slow. Eventually after what seemed hours the ill-matched couple walked up to the Master.
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\par \'93Master Hubbard, this is Emily, our new casual gardener\'94 Mr. Groome announced.
\par 
\par \'93Delighted to meet you my dear, I will show you around my most prized garden personally, if you would just walk over to the gate in the yonder wall \endash  I will catch up with you presently\'94 the master suggested, pointing to a small ironwork gate.

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\par Emily wobbled off, making slow, but determined progress. 
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\par \'93A tasty morsel, I think she\rquote ll do well!\'94 the master grinned.
\par 
\par Mr. Groome muttered something unheard, and then spoke clearly.
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\par \'93Have I ever let the family down, master?\'94
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\par The end.
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