The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted
ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. 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. ‘I rather suspect,’ added Prudence, ‘that Major Alderley’s motives were
somewhat different. ”
“It isn’t exactly that,” Anna answered, “but to tell you the truth, I cannot bear to
look upon myself as a rank failure. ”
Nigel Ennison looked up with a little start. I've some other things inside, Sir, which you might wish to buy,—some
pistols. CHAPTER XXII
Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. I've been hunting for this
particular job for a thousand years!"
She smiled a little sadly over this fine enthusiasm; for in her wisdom she had a
clear perception where it would eventually end—in the veranda chair. Life
is so good. "Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his frame. Oh, peste, he will ruin all.
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