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. This hand consigned him to destruction, but another was stretched forth to save him. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains, into the apartment that served as a reception-room. She heard the sounds of Rhea scuttling about, and then feeding, brutally.
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