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Dorling said deferentially. Her eyes where glassy and shining. . Ramage,” she said, clinging to her one point, “I want to get out of this horrible little room. "Do not despair!" echoed Mrs. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. 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.

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