CHAPTER I. ” They returned to the crypt. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. "Were I in your place," said Smith, "I should be apprehensive of Wild, because he's a declared enemy. 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. " Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for a single moment. ‘You heard Gosse—I mean, the man you know as Valade?’ ‘Clear as day, miss,’ he uttered.
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