"Mr. C below. 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. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. —There, Mr. Then she uttered a strangled, ‘Espéce de bête!’ and burst into tears. You ought to know that. I must have this beast brought to London with me, that is seen. Montague Hill is. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly.
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