“So Mr. How I wish I
might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours. She
looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood
and saw that several of his fingers were missing. She had never said anything so
horrible to anyone in her life. 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. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. For her it
was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be
alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. She was civil, but
she was obviously impatient to know his errand.
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