She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. 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. "Never—never!" The words were scarcely pronounced, when the door was violently thrown open, and two men appeared at it.
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