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“Elizabeth had lent her an aquamarine dress, originally made for Georgiana, with elbow-length sleeves and intricate embroidery of butterflies and bees. It set Daisy's red hair ablaze. 'Fire on water,' Elizabeth had declared with pleasure when her maid had first tried it on.”

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Book:The Botanist's Daughter
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