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. Afterwards she hunted up the article in question, and it seemed to her quite delightfully written and argued. Spurlock's vision was oddly of the past. He looked at her reproachfully. ’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms. “Why not?” He repeated, demanding. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing.
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