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. He waved to her. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. He put his free arm around her and held the censer ready; and as Ruth snuggled her cheek against his sleeve, they were, so far as intent, in each other's arms. “It’s jolly,” he said, “to feel you have come to me. Courtlaw’s—I should like to oblige Mr. "Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. ” She said. I shall quit it and go abroad.
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