Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. 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. “It is you alone, Nigel, who have saved me from being an old maid. ” He stepped past her to the door and closed it. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. I am an independent sort of person,” she continued, “and I am engaged in an attempt to earn my own living. “Um, okay. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness.
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