He squinted and a disgusted look
came over him. For the first time, Melusine heartily regretted her rejection of the major’s
services. A quarter of an hour passed. I'll bet you've been in Hong-Kong these two weeks
already, and never a line to me. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that
this is very sudden. She wanted to turn him. The Night-Cellar. His face fell. 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. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and
Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. His only warning was a gleam of silver in
the faint spill of light from the house above.
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