“I have spoken too many truths to-night. I slaved over it, contacted half a dozen genealogy groups and came up with zilch. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. 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. “You let him touch you!” John whispered back. The latch had not fully caught.
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