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. when I was five. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps
gone. ”
She lingered over her tea, and glancing around, a sudden reflection on the
change in her surroundings from the scene of her last night’s supper brought a
faint, humorous smile to her lips. It was a neat, efficient-looking room,
with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a
bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a
pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. They fell in a
diapason of smashes.
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