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“He couldn’t look me in the face and say it,” said Ann Veronica. “You do not quite understand,” she said gently. Boys were ordered to wear white buttondown shirts and pleated black trousers. 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. The child was now within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground.
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