Smith: "ho! ho!" "How condescending!" thought Mrs. ’ ‘He doesn’t sound like a desirable parti. 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. I sha'n't utter a word. They sold him the whisky. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. “Our interest lies in heading them off. Eh? Banging against the old rollers—that'll put some life into us both.
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