He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. The necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy world that abounded in sinister possibilities. “I am going to ask for your forgiveness. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if, when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?” Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. 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. The work of plunder over, that of destruction commenced. ’ ‘Ah, the matter begins to come clear,’ Gerald said. He slapped his knee. And since then, he has openly avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on the slightest inkling of treachery.
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