“Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. “I believe that he would bore me. . A vast indifference settled down upon him. " 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. It is you who took my name, not I yours. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry. " "I'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending her hand to him. The main idea now is of the future.
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