ToC London, at the period of this history, boasted only a single bridge. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. ’ Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house, and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters.
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