The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. "Good gracious! so I do," exclaimed his amiable consort. 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. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. ” “Yes, yes.
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