Bulging out more in the
middle than at the two extremities, it resembled an enormous cask set on its end,
—a sort of Heidelberg tun on a large scale,—and this resemblance was increased
by the small circular aperture—it hardly deserved to be called a door—pierced,
like the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of the structure, at some distance
from the ground, and approached by a flight of wooden steps. Michelle helped her mother clear
the table and Lucy thanked her for the meal. “May I be allowed to say,” he declared, “that I came here with the same
intention. ’ Lucilla frowned. "Give me
your thorough-paced villain. It would not have been
for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses.
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