After knocking for some time at the door without effect, he tried the latch, and to his surprise found it open. 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. Rollo barked. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. “I’m not going to kill you, John. Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had been interested. Spurling.
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