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. They even threatened to cut the traces and take off the wheels from the carriage. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. And as he walked by her side they began a wrangle that was none the less pleasant to Ann Veronica because it served to banish a disagreeable preoccupation. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. “You are certain of this. I leaned over and looked at him—he was quite still.
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