’ Emile reached out both hands and grasped her shoulders. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street. Spurlock advanced, the censer swung high. 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. The owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had exposed outside for sale. ” “You do not flatter me,” she laughed. "You frighten the cull out of his senses.
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