The father was a madman. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. “You look more like your old self when you smile,” he remarked. "No, please! It is good luck for a dog to enter your house. ” Anna drew out her purse at once.
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