” Anna nodded, and Mr. 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. His legs were fine and strong, he told her that he had been a warrior in ancient times, to which she snorted in disgust. " "Blueskin, clear the room," cried the Master; "these gentlemen would be private. “Yes,” she answered, looking away. . I overheard them planning your assassination. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred.
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