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Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade. 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. If so, do not hesitate to tell me. CHAPTER IV. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. I did not know that you had even 244 started writing a symphony.
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