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. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. "I am your most unhappy son. "Solid ivory!" he said aloud; "solid from dome to neck! That's James Boyle in the family group.
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