Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now. 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 realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much
about at dinners. There was going to be no quarter
between these two. “And children must we women bear—
“Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself
in her unwilling brain. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. "
He ignored the command. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting
dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. It could only mean one thing—that her
foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer!
When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the
morning.
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