Placing a piece of money in Morgan's hands, he
hurried out of the churchyard. 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. They must see the prisoner at the hatch. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. What he told the vicomte I was not
privileged to learn. ’
She thrust him into the aperture, and pushed the hilt of the sword into his
hand. ”
“No.
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