Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. ” He dropped his eye-glass with a clatter. ” “Yes, yes.
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