Ireton and his friends to taste it. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. “I get that a lot. They sell only their talents, not their bodies; they are not girls of the street. "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. But," said the fellow, with a laugh, "he soon contrived to make his way out on it, though. He did not like it. You can purchase the information from me whenever you're so disposed. You got to take the world as it is, and the only possible trade for a girl that isn’t sweated is to get hold of a man and make him do it for her. "You shall hear," returned Jonathan. ” A dull flush burned upon his cheeks.
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