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‘Come, mademoiselle, it is of no use to conceal anything from me, you know. Has he given you the tools?" "He has," replied Bess, producing the handkerchief. Brendon was silent. 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 study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. ‘But you said she was looking for proof. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. He guided himself between her legs.
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