Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. Pioneers all of them. I don’t want to bother you, of course. 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. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. He begged their attention for the next turn. ‘Because she, naturally enough, does not consider that it is in any way my affair. “Please forgive me. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. That is very certain.
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