The lines about his mouth gradually softened. She had reason enough to be grateful to Prudence Sindlesham and it was not fair that this horrible feeling of loneliness should be made known to her. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. “Dear husband,” she murmured. What'syour-name!" "Charcam," replied the attendant, bowing. Your aunt and I have discussed all this matter. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along.
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