Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. CHAPTER I. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. Mr. “To-night we are as we have always been. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father.
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