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Mr. Sydney, a shady businessman, left his shop in the hands of his brother-in-law, who took care of him. The shop and house were small, dirty brick houses in London neighborhoods before being rebuilt. The store was shaped like a square box with small windows, and the front was covered with small windows at night. The store had pictures of naked dancing girls, plain packages, thin yellow paper envelopes, old French comic books, a dirty blue china bowl, a black wood case, marking ink bottles, rubber stamps, and some books with titles that made you think something was wrong. Mr. Sydney would sell…mehr

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Mr. Sydney, a shady businessman, left his shop in the hands of his brother-in-law, who took care of him. The shop and house were small, dirty brick houses in London neighborhoods before being rebuilt. The store was shaped like a square box with small windows, and the front was covered with small windows at night. The store had pictures of naked dancing girls, plain packages, thin yellow paper envelopes, old French comic books, a dirty blue china bowl, a black wood case, marking ink bottles, rubber stamps, and some books with titles that made you think something was wrong. Mr. Sydney would sell items that looked obviously and scandalously not worth the money exchanged, such as a cardboard box, flimsy envelopes, or a dirty book with a promising title. Sometimes, he would sell faded yellow dance girls to beginners as if they were still alive and young. When the cracked bell rang, Mrs. Sydney would sometimes show up, and she seemed utterly uninterested in everything. The evening guests, men in stiff collars and soft hats, gave Mrs. Sydney a friendly nod and then muttered a greeting as they lifted the flap at the end of the bar to get into the back parlour. Mr. Sydney felt better at home, where Mrs. Sydney cared for him as a wife and her mother treated him with respect. She had a fat, wheezy mother with a big brown face and a white cap over a black wig. She thought she was French, but her daughter Lizzy helped take care of the women who stayed at the good widow's. Mr. Sydney was a supporter sometimes, going back and forth for no clear reason. He usually came to London from the Continent, but the press didn't give him much attention when he got there. He left the shop late and returned early, greeting Lizzy with the jokey, worn-out politeness of a man who had been yelling for hours. Lizzy's mother, Lizzy, believed Mr. Sydney was a nice person who had worked in various business houses all her life. After promising to marry Lizzy, Mr. Sydney made friends with Lizzy's mot

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