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I should have thought my note cleared up
everything. It needs
cultivating, I think. 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’m inclined to think, Stanley, myself that as a
matter of fact it was the expurgated Romeo and Juliet did the mischief. ’
Gerald unfolded his arms and threw his hands in the air. What Miss Miniver would
have called the Higher Truth supervenes. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain
and silently watch him at work. "
"I dare say no such thing," interposed his better half, authoritatively; "remain
where you are, Sir. He likewise gave directions that in the after part of the day a
whole bullock should be roasted on the green and distributed, together with a
barrel of the strongest ale. What female entered the house with us?"
"Blood and thunder!" exclaimed Blueskin, afraid, if he admitted having seen the
lady, of being compelled to divide the plunder he had obtained from her among
his companions, "how should I know? D'ye suppose I'm always thinking of the
petticoats? I observed no female; but if any one did join the assault, it must have
been either Amazonian Kate, or Fighting Moll. \"Want your pencil back?\" She
asked him warily, squinting. I wonder what
men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE
thought of them, really showed them what WE were. But they will also
find you.
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