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. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. But it was the form of her ruling determination; it was the only form that she ever allowed to see daylight. McClintock, without comment, accepted the hand. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness.
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