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She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. "I want to know what you've done with the rest of the notes—with the gold— and the papers you took away from my room!" rejoined Wild. 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 rang again with the same result. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. . Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little excitement. Thank goodness you’ll understand. "It won't do to betray the officer," he muttered. ‘Some ineligible that your parents would not tolerate, I suppose.
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