The theme was a masquerade. Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice, high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing among a sea of faces. 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. ” Lucy said as they walked nearer to the floodlit area of an expansive new subdivision where ground was still being broken. I did all for the best, I'm sure.
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