\"Josh Durkin?\" Lucy whispered loudly. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. "Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence. It might be three yards in width, and a few more in length; but it was covered with ooze and slime, and the waves continually broke over it. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle.
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