"
"I won't reproach you, Jack," said the other, sternly. "
"I forgot to mention there's a trifling reward for his capture," cried Shotbolt,
popping his head from under the cloth. 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. The party resolved itself for Ann Veronica into a
game in which she manoeuvred unostentatiously and finally unsuccessfully to
avoid talking alone with this gentleman. ‘Again you seek to interfere in my affairs?’
‘I did warn you I had every intention of doing so,’ said Gerald. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. It was horrible.
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