White?” she asked, laughing. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. ’ ‘We are not all of us so empty-headed, Melusine,’ pleaded Miss Froxfield.
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