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. ‘From the convent, where else?’ ‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent. But she could tell by the dullness of his eyes that he saw only some inner vision. The next hour makes, or mars you for ever. She had been warned time and time again by Sebastian that fame would mean the end of her freedom, being hounded in to the next lifetime by vampire and power seekers. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said.
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