Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. ‘And I do understand. Tell me that again. Little did he know that she had begged her parents as a youngster to get her a language tutor. “I shall send for a policeman,” Anna said, “directly my maid answers the bell— unless you choose to go before. 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. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust.
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