’ Roding looked struck. With a little more meat on him, he would be handsome. Await me in the coach. She’d have thrown this thing if you hadn’t stopped her. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. 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. What do you mean by it, eh?’ ‘But I did not send it to you,’ Melusine rejoined instantly. It was possible that his first impressions had not been correct. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. Over these hung levels, bevels, squares, and other instruments of measurement. The door leading to the front of the house was stealthily opening.
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