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"'Dafternoon, Bubbles," said Mr. Lichtenstein, without looking up. "How d'je know it was me?" "I saw you in the looking-glass. What's the news?" "It's for Harry." "And Harry is where?" "Don't you know where Harry is?" "I do. But you can't get to him." Mr. Lichtenstein lowered his voice. "He's gone West, Bub, on the trail of O'Hagan.
He was bent over a table on which he had assembled fifteen or twenty of the component parts of a very large picture-puzzle. He was small, plump and earnest. He may have been a Jew, but he had bright red hair and a pug nose. His eyes, bright, quick, small, brown, and kind, were very busy hunting among the brightly colored pieces of the puzzle. "'Dafternoon, Mr. Liechtenstein," said Bubbles.
She always preferred to open conversations herself. Her lips parted, and words flew out as if shot from a machine-gun. As far as Mrs. Pett could observe, she considered it unnecessary to part her teeth, preferring to speak with them clenched. This gave an additional touch of menace to her speech. "Dafternoon," said Miss Trimble, and Mrs.
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