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“Before I met you I was deluded into receiving upon friendly terms a man named Hill, who passed himself off as Meysey Hill the railway man, but who was in reality an Englishman in poor circumstances. 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. And in its way it was very well. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. But Sheppard was not to be silenced. I struck him across the face, jumped out and went back by train to Paris.
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