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Let us have no more of this humbug. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury. He waited. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in his stockinged feet. On the contrary, I am altogether satisfied. ’ ‘She?’ scoffed Martha. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. 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. And also she didn’t like them.
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