It clicked and the bookshelf was once more intact. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. 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. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers.
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