A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. Montressor’s guests. 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. She gave tongue to the most urgent of her plaints. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. As sure as you're sitting there, Mr. “Steady on!” he cried.
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