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“What you have said is a ridiculous falsehood,” she declared scornfully. \"Do not tell me that you have not asked her yet, fool, or I will be forced to dump the rest of that soda over your head. She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to him. "Ay. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that. ‘I have a very good mind to do so, imbecile. Men have seen to that. ‘She wants me to marry her. She gloried in it: he needed her. She was to have fifteen pounds, and no more. “Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. 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.
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