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The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. She observed the tides, amazed by how high the water could rise, almost touching the tops of the cliffs. 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. "Well," she said, as they reached the hotel portal, "what is your advice?" "Would you follow it?" "Probably not. Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits.
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