“Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next pound, Sydney. 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. ‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened, locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness. She would compose extremely lucid and honorable explanations. They were suddenly thrown aside, and a man stepped out from his hiding-place. The old woman told him she had no such article to dispose of, but recommended him to a neighbouring blacksmith.
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