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” “But I’m quite equal to taking care of myself, aunt. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. ” He replied. . 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. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. “That doesn’t touch the question I asked you,” she said. .
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