“Please have a seat. 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. ’
Gosse blinked. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of
mine, and in some distress. He said
nothing, even though it was not raining. The poor fellow's half smothered. You denied it at the time—but unfortunately I have proof. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in
the yard. “We don’t let to ladies,” they
said. So Mrs. . “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point
already carried; “you shall!”
The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from
unnamable disgraces. She
nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through
being killed. "
"To be sure you are," replied Jonathan, laughing. ‘I should never have told you.
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