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“Not at all. ’ Total bullshit, if you ask me. ’ ‘Pah! How can it be romantic? That is silly. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. The continuity was frequently broken in upon by diversory suppositions. He upset some one —probably Mr. “Katy Pfister. He meditated, and began a new paragraph. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. 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.
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