"Sit down, fool!"
"Jack," said Kneebone, who had been considerably interested by the foregoing
scene, "are these regrets for your past life sincere?"
"Suppose them so," rejoined Jack, "what then?"
"Nothing—nothing," stammered Kneebone, his prudence getting the better of his
sympathy. 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. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. Spare me, and I'll be quiet—quiet
—quiet!"
"Mother!" said Jack, advancing towards her. The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest. ”
Anna shook her head. Miss Charvill.
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