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“I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. I'll dispose of the brat. “I can’t keep away from you. You’re the only person I’ve really given good, straight, unselfish thought to. 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. Certainly I never met him.
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