I am only longing for to-morrow, for a chance to explore this wonderful subterranean passage." "I am afraid," their host remarked, "that you will be disappointed.
With the passing of smuggling, the romance of the thing seems to have died.

There is nothing now to look at but mouldy walls, a bare room, and any amount of the most hideous fungi.

I can promise you that when you have been there for a few minutes your only desire will be to escape." "I am not so sure," the girl answered.

"I think that associations always have an effect on me.

I can imagine how one might wait there, near the entrance, hear the soft swish of the oars, look down and see the smugglers, hear perhaps the muffled tramp of men marching from the village.