Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. 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. Surely it was a dream. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. But there is need for the proof that I am me, and that is what I look for. He offered me at once an engagement. "Oh gracious! he's lost. "I don't believe McClintock would have gone into convulsions at the sight of it. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. The young man desperately ill and the girl taking care of him! Of course, there could be only one ending to such a bout with liquor, and that ending had come perhaps suddenly but not surprisingly.
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