“What do you think of them?” Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him. 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. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. Then she realized that it was her business to let Manning talk and impose his own interpretations upon the situation so far as he was concerned. “Surely!” he remarked, with an expression of worried appeal.
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