. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this quarter. We made sure it was just like Gwen. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. It was now a quarter past twelve. A florid-looking young woman rose up and accosted him eagerly. “Shut up, you little faggot. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. We'll see whether he'll get rid of his new bonds?" he added with a brutal laugh, which was echoed by the bystanders. He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. The service began. It was the grand nursery of vice. I borrowed forty pounds from Mr. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned.
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