Her English was halting. ‘Do not be alarmed, Jacques. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. You lack only that mechanical knack of expression which is the least important part of an artist’s equipment, but which remains a tedious and absolute necessity. ‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. To lose was death, quickly and mercilessly delivered. 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 looked from Anna, who was far too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage, and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully.
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