Dick could only look unutterable reproach.
'I'm sorry,' he said, 'and I think you make a mistake.

But what's the idea of your new picture ?' 'I took it from a book.' 'That's bad, to begin with.

Books aren't the places for pictures.
And----' 'It's this,' said the red-haired girl behind him.

'I was reading it to Maisie the other day from The City of Dreadful Night.

D'you know the book ?' 'A little.