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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. He had reacted by laughing at her, informing her coolly that she was naïve in many things. He returned the locket without comment. ‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. But perhaps he was right not to tell you the truth. But all of that was forgotten. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. But you must leave us now, dear Winny, Jack and I have something to settle between ourselves. This is not true at all.
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