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"As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's expenditure. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be acquainted. ’ She sniffed and swallowed. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. "Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir," observed Shotbolt. How many ends had he? Well, she must cease to trouble herself for this imbecile, whom it would give her very much pleasure to shoot. ‘Well, only look what’s come of it. And now you know. She ignored his question. But I will go. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally.
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