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"Her blood be upon her own head, then," replied Rowland, sternly. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up
to and down from it. It’s these damned novels. "There's my answer!" rejoined Wild, hurling the bludgeon at him, with such fatal
effect, that striking him on the head it brought him instantly to the ground. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. She was ashamed of herself for the
simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s
screams ended. Her stomach growled, and she clutched at it in reaction,
haphazardly observing that the gown had been changed
to silk. 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. Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the
stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground.
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