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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. Another day of nonsuccess would mean many disagreeable things. "Take my life, if you're so disposed. There! You are trying to take your hand away. Lucy clasped her hands over her ears as it screamed. " "Why, surely you can't be in earnest, Captain. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. Sir John followed me to London and married me. “There is someone in my rooms,” Anna said. ‘You see, it is that I have a plan to marry an Englishman. He only stays here for you, hoping in vain.
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