-jeff had inherited wealth from his father a oil wells owner who had left all his properties to him, he needed no work or any other thing to do , he spent time at his leisure, one day he was at his files composing letters when breaking the glass window a stine with a letter attached fell in his room, thinking it must be a child in the lane below he looked down from his second storey window , the lane was not crowded, a couple embraced each other whispering in each other"s ears, no children played, but one fat stout man with steel framed glasses doing nothing and apparently an outsider not from his locality stood near by , his image etched in jeff"s mind , then he began picking up the shattered glass from the study floor
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