Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged
young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black
across the front of a high close-drawn collar. “I am sure, Anna,” she said, “I do not see why we should conceal the truth from
you. His mouth was sensuous but his eyes became frenetic. What can she be? The wife of a country
tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. The villagers were thronging to church. 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. "Gone," replied the wounded man. ” He said
jealously. "
"I can't! I can't—not now!"
"Bat!—can't you see that she's the kind who would understand and forgive? She
loves you. But he had been forewarned by his great-nephew.
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