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. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks
of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever
and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening
appearance of the night. ”
“Sure thing, kid. "I feel like work," he lied. B. Ramage talked always about women or some woman’s concern, and very much
about Ann Veronica’s own outlook upon life. I demand
it as a right. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed. "Some dreadful deed is about to be committed, which I may perhaps prevent,"
muttered Jack to himself. ”
“You! Why, you have been an angel to her,” he exclaimed impatiently.
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