Spurlock lay with his head on his arms, asleep. F. These and her general preparations had perhaps a certain disproportion. ’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. 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. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel. " CHAPTER XXV. She was emerging from the primordial as Spurlock was declining toward it. ’ ‘It cannot be helped now. " "Heaven support me!" cried Mrs.
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