She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. Its architecture was richly ornamental, and resembled the style of a triumphal entrance to a capital, rather than a dungeon having battlements and hexagonal towers, and being adorned on the western side with a triple range of pilasters of the Tuscan order, amid the intercolumniations of which were niches embellished with statues. Another labyrinth in hell!" A smile broke over the trader's face. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. Surely Capes was different. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to. There was—a service.
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