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. She did not wait, but grabbed up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. ” “Can’t we go down into Italy?” “No,” he said; “it won’t run to that now. The thought of beauty became an obsession. “I am bored,” she said abruptly. ‘Couldn’t even trouble to make a pretence of motherhood. ” “Why not?” She turned on him. 'Slife! you are wonderfully altered. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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