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‘So now we come to it. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. She feasted reluctantly, partly out of wonder at the new function of her often elongated canines. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. ‘My name’s NOT More, Mr. 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. She'll have this hour always with her; and you failed her.
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