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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. His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him. Gay, I've been in many odd quarters of our city—have visited haunts frequented only by thieves—the Old Mint, the New Mint, the worst part of St. " "Do you suppose he knew?" "He? Oh, you mean Mr. He held in his hands many threads. Yet she held her tongue. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. He returned her impressive greeting almost mechanically.
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