The chief scene of these disgusting orgies,—the cellar, just referred to,—was a
large low-roofed vault, about four feet below the level of the street, perfectly
dark, unless when illumined by a roaring fire, and candles stuck in pyramidal
lumps of clay, with a range of butts and barrels at one end, and benches and
tables at the other, where the prisoners, debtors, and malefactors male and
female, assembled as long as their money lasted, and consumed the time in
drinking, smoking, and gaming with cards and dice. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying
in the Avenue,” he said. Almost worthy of your own fertile imagination. "
"And partly what else?"
"I shall never tell anybody that. Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. ”
She looked up at him, and found he was watching her closely. With his foodle doo!
"Peace!" cried Jack. "Do not go near him, mother," cried Jack; "do not believe him. ”
“You do not flatter me,” she laughed. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow.
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