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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. Marvel, who, as he had helped to deprive her of her former husbands, thought himself in duty bound to offer to supply their place. “By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. “Is this Montague Street, W. " "Egad, Jack," said Gay, "you should write your adventures. If he had eaten food, this wouldn't have happened.
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