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Sepulchre's clock struck eight. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon
her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. She
dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself
finally. “Michelle, I think
that you are the victim of an extremely overactive
imagination. 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. Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn
sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn,
seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their
power. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross
streets. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently
forgotten for the moment. “Yeah, I’ve heard that story. He hung over her—he and his loan to her
and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting
possibility of annoyance and exposure.
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