“I’ll get a towel. Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter One
In the quiet of an autumn afternoon, the deserted mansion slept. 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 glass never sinks in
that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've knowed it often do so in the
West Injees. ’
‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand
and digging it into her sleeve. He had little money about him, and unless friends come to his aid
he must be treated as a pauper. . The man muttered something inaudible, and gathered up the reins. ‘I—I mean, she were—’
‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. "Very well," said Rachel, with a toss of her pretty head, "very well. By this time, Jack's reputation had risen to such a height with the populace,—his
exploits having become the universal theme of discourse, that the streets were
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