I hated him. He seemed to be trying to understand something very perplexing and elusive. ‘So yours is the rattling tongue, is it, young madam?’ ‘I should say so. “Larry buys the meat, makes the stuffing. Charley Pevenill was our host. 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. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. “Well, rather,” said Ann Veronica.
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