She were that miserable. Her mother…. 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 after the first shock came a warm glow of relief. And, to show you that I have no intention of flying, I will myself close and lock the door.
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