The Unclassed by George Gissing
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page 191 of 490 (38%)
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"Good tobacco happens to be expensive," was the reply. "Will you sit down?" "Yes, I will." The chair creaked under him. "And so here you hang out, eh? Only one room?" "As you see." "Devilish unhealthy, I should think." "But economical." "Ugh!" The grunt meant nothing in particular. Waymark was eyeing the mighty volume on the chair, and had recognised it Some fortnight previously, he had come upon Abraham, in the latter's study, turning over a collection of Hogarth's plates, and greatly amusing himself with the realism which so distinctly appealed to his taste in art. The book had been pledged in the shop, and by lapse of time was become Abraham's property. It was the first time that Waymark had had an opportunity of examining Hogarth; the pictures harmonised with his mood; they gave him a fresh impulse in the direction his literary projects were taking. He spent a couple of hours in turning the leaves, and Mr. Woodstock had observed his enjoyment. What meant the arrival of the volume here in Beaufort Street? Abraham lit a cigar, still looking about the room. |
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