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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. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. He then spoke with a certain fatherly kindliness of the past. “Mr. Love…. He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. "Come here," said the petticoated tyrant. ” He seemed to be elaborating ideas as he talked.
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