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. 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. ‘Charvill?’ uttered Roding frowningly. She lifted the sheet and gestured for him to join her. "I forgot. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. " Lady Trafford sighed deeply.
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