“What is the good of pretending?” she said. Gerald tried it. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. . 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. She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. "Do not despair!" echoed Mrs. . “You are a funny, a very funny young lady,” he said, “but we waste time here. "You will spare the officers a labour then," rejoined Jonathan.
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