”
He rejoiced over this emancipation. “I wanted to make love to you. "Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense
blunderbuss at him. Like a petulant child he snapped. Jackson, I could almost fancy we had met before. But to make an arrest to be like a revenge?
No, a thousand times. “There is my aunt,” she said. 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.
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