Dim souls flitted
about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. Wood
caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and
his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the
roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. 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 have a few regular
patients, and I take care of them in the morning. "
"You're strangely superstitious, Sir Rowland," said Jonathan, halting, and
looking steadfastly at him.
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