The Pellissiers had been an old family in Hampshire, while his
grandfather had driven a van. Sir
John felt that after all forty-five was not so very old. She
let Jack go as he passed through the opening. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself,
stroked her hair. 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 lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he
bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face.
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