The Disguise. “You shall go,” he declared. 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. It’s a thing that’s happened to you. After a while he spoke again. The latter were saved; but of the former nothing but the blackened stone walls were found standing on the morrow.
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