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"Stop a minute, my dear," cried Austin. It is different. Stanley. He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. ’ I 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. The life of a young girl is set about with prowling pitfalls. By your own showing you are in easy circumstances,—for it is only natural to presume that a man who owes nothing must be in a condition to pay liberally,—and you cannot therefore feel the loss of such a trifle as ten guineas. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us. And if I cared to have him come every day, why shouldn’t he? I find him very amusing and very useful as well. His bodily suffering, however, was nothing compared with his mental anguish. Only an undermaid I was then.
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