Inhale, Exhale
Rappaccini’s DaughterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne The distrustful gardener, while plucking away the dead leaves or pruning the too luxuriant growth of the shrubs, defended his hands with a pair of thick gloves. Nor were these his only armor. When, in his walk through the garden, he came to the magnificent plant that hung its purple gems [...]
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