’ The listening soldiers began to snigger behind their hands. 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. "From Lady Trafford's, where I took the box. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. ” The conversation hung. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. "I don't know his name. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor.
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