’ ‘What offer?’ she asked, suspicion rife in her voice. Mr. Hearing a noise below, Quilt called out, supposing it occasioned by the Jew. He uttered a short laugh. “Goodnight. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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