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. Listening attentively, he fancied he heard the breathing of some one near him, and moved cautiously in the opposite direction. We think the whole thing is straight and noble at bottom, and it isn’t. CHAPTER XIV Ruth lost the point entirely. ’ ‘So you think she is an émigré?’ Lucilla put in before the incensed Roding could respond. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. ” She closed her mouth.
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