Mr. ‘Come on. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. 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. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. ’ Gerald did not speak, but there was a look in his face that made Melusine glad she had at last had the courage to confide in him.
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