" "There you're wrong, Mr. He seated himself before it. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was confined. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. 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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