You'd better lose no time. Still silence everywhere. Who’s for a rubber of whist?” Ennison made so many mistakes that he was glad to cut out early in the evening. 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. “You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees.
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