She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Only Gwen left a letter on the pincushion. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. 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.
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