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E. "Go to lunch," he ordered Ruth. 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. "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. "Steady, old top! What are you going to do?" "The damned scoundrel!" "I told you that child was opal. " "Where?" "At Yale. " "But wasn't I right? That pair?" "I'll take the boy; he'll be a novelty. He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or not.
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