Earles glanced at it, and his eyes flashed with anger. “Why not?” He repeated, demanding. ” “Cabmen are so trying,” Mrs. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise.
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