. 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. . Wood, in a taunting tone. And since then, he has openly avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on the slightest inkling of treachery. She gloried in it: he needed her. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate.
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