‘You wish a reason for jealousy? Eh bien, you may have it. Only it was with a further and most unbelieving
shrug of the shoulders that he resumed his seat. For a moment
O'Higgins had hoped that the ink applications would be recent. Lucy turned and faced the strawberry blonde behind
her, gesturing rapidly with a folded origami triangle,
evidently the newest form of note. 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. He jumped back, cursing.
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