To-day he selected the girl, and gave her the lead-chair. Probably a sick man's whim. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought. I like high tone for a flourish and stars and ideas; but I want my things. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. "Poor creature!" ejaculated Wood. 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. “It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said.
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