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. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. Prudence Remenham. I am not prying for my own amusement. She stepped backwards. Last week. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form, and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. Miss Mary to the life, I said, and so she is. “Before you do anything else I should advise you to secure those charred fragments of paper from the grate. She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. "O God!" he exclaimed, "I am severely punished. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. My first visit will be to you. "Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. Tell the whole truth.
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