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His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. "No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. ‘But you are idiot. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. 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. Wow.
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