Notwithstanding the heat of the season,—which was not,
however, found particularly inconvenient in this subterranean region,—a large
heaped-up fire blazed ruddily in one corner, and lighted up a circle of as
villanous countenances as ever flame shone upon. But I must—I ought—”
“I MUST talk about this. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one
of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let
me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet
particuliar with me?”
He became radiant with anger. Altogether
different. The distinction
lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads. Spurlock's vision was oddly of
the past. The fire still burned brightly.
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