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. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression of his countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of his threats to a more favourable opportunity. “Thank you, ma’am. ” Michelle gasped.
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