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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. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. "There it is!" cried Sir James, eagerly. "Make it known among your friends. ” “I’m so glad. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness.
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