"Utterly," reiterated Jack, gloomily,—"as regards all I hold dear. 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. I've no doubt he's as honest as either of you. So Mrs. Manning. Do look at this tragedy in mauve, who has just come in.
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