I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. “Soul to soul. 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. Marvel. You cannot arrest yourself.
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