Dale's photograph I noticed in a silver frame on the piano.

There was not a book in the place.

But in the corner of the room by a further window gleamed a large marble Venus of Milo, charmingly executed, who stood regarding the welter with eyes calm and unconcerned.
I was aroused from the momentary shock caused by the revelation of this eccentric apartment by an unknown nauseous flavour in my mouth.
I realised it was the cigarette to which I had helped myself from the beautifully chased silver casket I had taken from the mantelpiece.

I eyed the thing and concluded it was made of the very cheapest tobacco, and was what the street urchin calls a "fag." I learned afterwards that I was right.

She purchased them at the rate of six for a penny, and smoked them in enormous quantities.