But still
she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as
of something waiting for her round the corner. ”
“No, don’t say that. Wood. 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. After great exertions on both parts, the
spike yielded to their combined strength, and snapped suddenly off. “Will you help me?” he asked. But then the features changed. “As things are at present,” she said,
“it is true. “You remind me of the story which they tell against us over here,
you know—of the Englishman who refused to be saved from drowning because
he was unacquainted with his rescuer.
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