" "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. Voilà tout, as Melusine herself would say. . ’ He laughed. “Where am I?” he muttered. ” “Why should I? I have told you that I do not wish for acquaintances in London. 1. ’ ‘That is what you think? Eh bien. There was hope for me then. Ruth shivered; she was cold. 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. It rather astonished him.
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