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. “I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy either. She had warned him. Then she realized that it was her business to let Manning talk and impose his own interpretations upon the situation so far as he was concerned. " "Vot o' that?" chuckled Abraham. "And now, to your own concerns. You can if you will. ' Why," said Ruth, "you did not read that to us. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door.
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