“They might do you good,” she remarked. He closed the door. 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. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. ” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers.
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