Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. I should as soon think of trusting a woman. Altogether different. He then said that if she would not obey him in this course she should “never darken his doors again,” and was, indeed, frightfully abusive. 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. As a man, Sebastian had always held enough power to live in luxury. ‘You, Mademoiselle Charvill, are as unlike most of your sex as you can be.
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