’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip. 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. Always at your service. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. Manning leaned forward on the table, talking discursively on the probable brilliance of their married life. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses.
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