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’m not nearly so sure as you. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. . She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. Sheppard, who seemed to be crouching upon the floor. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying, “You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses.
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