Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. 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. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. ” “Yet you are very young. ‘Wait for me. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. Light flooded the place. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. . Sated, he rolled off her body and retired to his quarters. She entered the last room, his bedroom. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck.
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