” She distantly remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic trance, when her father had told her God was punishing sinners in Hell. It surprised her she hadn’t thought of it before! She tried to explain that she was going to pay him forty pounds without fail next week. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on. ‘Well, if that’s what the good Lord wants, then you’ll just have to accept it. And I do not know you. Independently of other risks, and of the chance of breaking his neck in the descent, he was aware that to reach the leads he should have to break open six of the strongest doors of the prison. A few minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the Square, drove to Anna’s flat. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say. 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.
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