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 was never so clear in all my life as I have been in this business. “But of course it’s aunt’s doing really. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Master, your humble servant. Sheppard trembled violently; and though she understood his meaning too well, she answered,—"I can't guess. ‘Merely making a useful contact. But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this.
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