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. " "I don't require it," returned Sheppard. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step. ’ Thus adjured, but mindful of Trodger’s orders, the militiaman went down the hall backwards, his eyes fixed on the prisoner. In rushed Mr. Sheppard, who seemed to be crouching upon the floor. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound.
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