I had not seen the courtyard in many years and I was happy to dream of those times. 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. "I've lost my wager. "My father!" she whispered. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. Gerald perhaps would know how to find him.
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