She feared he might take her tears as a sign of
weakness. 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. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far
recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under
the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. She was alone with a deadly
enemy. Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the
uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to
take most of his weight. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?”
Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. “My dad is into this stuff.
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