” Lucy spat. There is the key. ’
A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. That “entirely English” comment was said just to
provoke me. 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. But about
the unknown Englishman she was not so satisfied. Don’t
touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. He noted an ebony cane laid close to
hand, which suggested she was able to get about.
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