“Look here,” he said, “I brought you here to make love to you. "I have killed her," exclaimed Jack, dropping the bar,—"by your advice,
Thames. I see. 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. Let us search
it. The windows were small, and strongly
grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious
burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. "Good-bye!"
For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but
long since she had learned repression.
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