Ha! ha! What have I left but despair and madness? Promise me one thing, 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. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. But it is no longer necessary. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards— but one crosses it sometimes.
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