"It's very well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. “I shan’t eat him. The hard work will be his, until we yank this young fellow back from the brink. "It's a fine idea, my child, but you mustn't do it. 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. Shari’s head poked out of the bathroom where she had been preoccupied with preparations for her morning shower.
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