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. Be off!" "Jack!" exclaimed his unhappy parent. And she would have to go tomorrow. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably.
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