"Ruth, you must not come and sit on the threshold. 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. It is a lovely little appendage to
the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with
her very gestures. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with
her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet
dimly understanding.
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