A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. The Jew got in first. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. You’ll never see the light of day as long as you live. Entranced, he stared at the name. Everywhere else—the law, medicine, the Stock Exchange—prejudice bars us.
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