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"Arundel Stairs," replied Wood, "the nearest point to Wych Street. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. 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. “Some day you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated. You say you need a man. Their expression was so amiable, that it would have redeemed a countenance a thousand times plainer than hers. ’ Shock ripped through Charvill’s chest. ’ ‘Exactly so. The Mohocks XII.
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