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. We'll get this chap on his feet if only to learn what the trouble is. He had mentioned teaching her how to read Latin one day when she had wandered into the library. "Well, what can you expect, guzzling poison like that? Are you returning with us to Hong-Kong in the morning?" "No. And, by way of checking his housekeeper's familiarity, he pointed significantly to the table.
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