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 towered up high
above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and
below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. “My first love was all blundering,” said Capes. Use despatch!"
"Her ladyship will not travel beyond Saint Alban's to-night, Sir Rowland, so
Mrs. But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting to see him,
who won't be sent away.
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