Ruth obeyed, not willingly, but because there was something hypnotic in the authoritative tone. It felt too good. 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. ‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused. " "Not for worlds!" exclaimed both ladies together.
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