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She had never imagined life was half so sinister as it looked to her in the beginning of these investigations. Once she reached the bamboo curtain, clutched at it and tore it down as his arms went around her waist. 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. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. “I will not intrude upon you further. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it. He then barred and double-locked the door, took out the key, (a precautionary measure which, with a grim smile, he said he never omitted,) thrust it into his vest, and motioning the couple to follow him, led the way to the inner room.
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