Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Certainly as soon as I have found my right place at Remenham House, I must find out everything. 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. Afraid there'll be a love-affair. And then she had been disturbed by the eruption into the room of Major Gerald Alderley and his companion, Captain Hilary Roding.
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