“WHAT a place! “Stuffy isn’t the word for it. 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. Leastways, not on your own. That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. "If you two loved each other," went on the doctor, "there would be something to stand on—a reason why for this madness. It takes too many years to climb even a step in the social ladder. Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself.
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