Women are not in the world in the same sense that men are—fighting individuals in a scramble. His mouth was sensuous but his eyes became frenetic. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. Lucy did her best to avoid talking about it, but the subject was beguiling, as it almost always brought news about him from the grapevine within which Michelle was intravenously entwined. Above was a spacious hall, connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. But he would make it a point not to speak again to the girl.
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