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. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. “And yet,” he said, “you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on through the rooms. ‘Well, shan’t I come to the major’s house up Stratton Street, sir?’ ‘I’ll give the major your report, Trodger. “That’s all. ” “You know, Mr. ’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. ” He said curiously.
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