It’s just upon my lunch-time. But I am always afraid that he may get in while I am away. For thirty years I have lived alone; but once upon a time I lived among men. 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. He was apt to play so many games, she was afraid she might have misunderstood.
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