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" "At any rate, I won, for he went away. Jeremiah Jackson and Mr. 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. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it. Then Ann Veronica passed on toward the tea in the garden, which was dotted with the elite of Morningside Park society, and there she was pounced upon by Lady Palsworthy and given tea and led about. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. ’ Melusine bit her lip.
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