Melusine, intent on the luckless Kimble, did not care. 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. "You are complimentary, Sir Rowland," returned the other, with a grim smile. It
had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an
unendurable, scornful grin. His
manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained
their accustomed fire.
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