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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. There was a hint of tears in her voice. For an instant, Melusine watched him go. Her birthday was four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five pounds. Ramage back his forty pounds.
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