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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—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. You are all the beauty in the world. I must take you to the Suffrage people, and the
Tolstoyans, and the Fabians. “Well, hello there. "This is our last transaction together. ’
‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted.
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