F. " "En-shad-ay. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. In a moment he was beside her. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. 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. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. Spurlock dove headlong at the other's legs, toppling the man. He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. Amongst others who came to see him, was a Mr.
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