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Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. ‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him. At that a new element poured into her excitement, an element of wild disgust and terror. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. 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 was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. " "Mother!" cried Jack, in a broken voice. "Fly, Captain, fly!" vociferated Blueskin; "I shan't be able to keep these devils down. She was good to me for the two years I stayed with her, she had a nice apartment in Galveston. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die," she rejoined. They were delighted. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. Upon this grateful animal she lavished that affection which was subtly repelled by its lawful object.
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