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She must get to the vestry. Take me to the Stone Room. He led
her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’
access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the
chapel. Sir John was not used to such glances, and he liked
them. She had very few clear
memories before a particular day in the library, when they
had finished one of her first reading lessons. It was wonderful. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. He laid down the knife, and fixed
a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task,
unconscious of anything having happened.
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