“Your affectionate “FATHER. Then she took her sister’s hand. ” “I suppose all IS well that ends well. I want to put myself into your hands. 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 can think all round me. ” Chapter XXXII SIX MONTHS AFTER Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. Her hair and voice and figure are as yours used to be. There were menacing possibilities; the thought of them set him a-tremble. "It's a whale of a place. ” He spoke a little nervously. ” “You will shake hands with me, please,” she begged.
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