Wood governs me?"
"It's plain you can't govern yourself, at all events," replied Jack coolly; "but, be
that as it may, I won't be struck for nothing. 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. “What a gloomy person you are!” she murmured. He nodded silently, too full for words. “Nice sleeve,” she said,
and came to his hand and kissed it. “I do not know you,” she said coldly. "
"Do you suppose he knew?"
"He? Oh, you mean Mr. "
"My mind's made up," rejoined Jack, coldly,—"we part to-night. The
affair was thick with sinister suggestions.
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