Do not mistake me. Here Jack Sheppard was unable to repress an exclamation of astonishment. 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. He began to talk again in quick undertones that she could not clearly hear. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more
likely to weigh upon me than my own. ”
“I was turned shortly after the Pestilence, the plague
that they call the Black Death. She was
dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness:
her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady,
and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the
cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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