’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Smiling, the Chinaman gave the correct pronunciation. ‘Couldn’t even trouble to make a pretence of motherhood. 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. ” The two women shook hands. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane.
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