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They were sharp and dripping with black blood. 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. " "Mr. " As he said this, a slight noise was heard without. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. She recovered herself, however, with amazing facility. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly.
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