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Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. But I suppose as I’ll have to wait until you can hear me to tell you again. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. Ramage did not know. “I don’t know, John. There's one person in the house whom I wouldn't frighten for the world. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. Pull yourself together now.
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