You see—I didn’t
understand. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. ‘Monsieur Charvill,’ pursued Valade, ‘has left the chateau, and since we have
heard from him nothing at all, but for the letters to his daughter from Italy. 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 was the knowledge of this feeling on your part, my love, that made me act
without your express sanction.
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