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. “Don’t they look like a pair of young lovers sleeping off a tryst?” He observed. “I’m rather a persistent person. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. Montressor’s guests were. She thought of an old abandoned barn that she could inhabit further downriver, but shrugged off the idea in disdain. She stared at him. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. "You will find me tractable enough; and, with me by, your side you need fear neither constable nor watchman. He’s the handle of life for you.
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