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They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days. The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. It fell to the ground and smoked ominously. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. “Must be hard to find a decent violin teacher these days. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. His mind seemed to be a remarkably full one; his knowledge of detailed reality came in just where her own mind was most weakly equipped. ’ ‘What young lady?’ demanded a voice from the back of the hall. " "Just to give her her freedom?" said Ruth, turning to Ah Cum. 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.
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