It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. Mrs. ’ Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house, and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters. “Is that all you have to say?” Michelle challenged her.
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