” She shook her head gently. ‘What Gerald wants with you has me beat. “I will make of the days and weeks one long morning, but remember the afternoon must come. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. 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. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair.
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