“I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. " "'Zounds!" cried the executioner, in astonishment. Something he saw there had a curious effect upon him. “Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee —and, above all, no Mr. 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. Hollo rumbled in his throat.
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