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. “In any case you will never receive any
different sort of answer from me. If
hopeless love for her made me a robber, it has also saved me many a crime. It’s all very handsome starting out on your own, but it’s
too damned hard. We’ve deserted the posts
in which we found ourselves, cut our duties, exposed ourselves to risks that may
destroy any sort of social usefulness in us.
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