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. The picture of Mary Remenham was still on the wall. For a moment she remained silent. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. ” “I am sure,” Lady Lescelles said, gently, “that the last consideration need not weigh with you in the least. . That is why I am here. They've paid for their lodging. We remember it. 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.
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