"I knew it. " "Come, Sir!" thundered the latter, "no trifling! Perhaps," he added, opening a warrant, "you'll obey this mandate?" "A warrant!" ejaculated Kneebone, starting to his feet. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps. I don't think he'll come to himself too soon. Mr. Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations. No umbrella either, the sky was delightfully overcast. We came on here at once. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently.
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