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. ‘But a week and some days,’ answered Valade. The
spectacle seemed to afford as much amusement to Jonathan as to the actors
engaged in it. Was there
no echo anywhere in Miss Stanley’s pacified brain? Those empty rooms, if they
were empty, were the equivalents of astoundingly decorated predecessors. ”
“I have heard of the Fabians,” said Ann Veronica. I thought that I was
marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. I'll send you word
when I catch him.
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