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. ” At the sight of her tears his expression changed to a mingling of triumph and concern. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. No idea that you were here, though. The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. Never had her father explained. And―and he wanted to help you. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience.
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