But, answer me. Her efforts were vain. "The key," replied the widow. “They seem to come to you as naturally as disappointment—to other people. 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. "Beat down their blades," cried the Master; "no bloodshed.
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