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She could not feel her own body. "For what?" "I had the paper with me. 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. ” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. ” She tried to plan her proceedings in detail. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up. ‘All this gadding about.
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