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. For on reaching the second
floor, a swishing sound came to Gerald’s ears, as of someone moving about. Mrs. Anything in the least
irregular is like poison to him. He
was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in
the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. “Here, dis is for you. . ’
‘I swear to you, it is the exact truth,’ he protested. “I have never forgotten. He was a manly man,
free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty
bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. - You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free distribution of
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