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It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting
dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. 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. “One hardly knows—all the time. Nothing like the direct approach, she thought. "
"And that's true," rejoined Mrs. Sheppard in a troubled voice, "that if I lost
my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. "By Heaven!" cried Darrell, "it is the poor fellow whom I placed in such
jeopardy a short time ago. She tried for
her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own
ears. You need not tell me, but a lawyer is different. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the
gravel. ‘Oh,
peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable
blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve,
to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a
perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. ”
She looked at him quizzically.
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