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. That there gatekeeper would’ve called them out again. He saw her eyes pass him and settle on a fleetingly pretty strawberry blond girl and her effeminate father. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. Vorsack.
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