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 was one of the most educational disillusionments in Ann Veronica’s career. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. I thank God for His sunlight on your face. She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod.
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