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“You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep
and refreshing slumber. ‘So
yours is the rattling tongue, is it, young madam?’
‘I should say so. 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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