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. “Anyway, enough about that. Why would militia be infesting the place? And he must by now be aware of my interest. He halted and put out a hand to stop Hilary. The longing to talk to someone! But in the end she had gone to her room without giving in to the craving. When he begins to notice things, I want you to trap his interest, to amuse him, keep his thoughts from reverting to his misfortunes.
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