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And how could I come home—when he
locks me in rooms and all that?”
“I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. 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 probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the
bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their
necks. Say you
will never forget! That these common things and secondary things sha’n’t
overwhelm us. Probably he has something to say and
can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. ‘Aye, that she was.
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