A buxom piece, who looked,
Gerald decided, as if she would be more at home in an amorous engagement in a
hayloft than sitting demurely in a ballroom. He was silent. She remembered that she had not gone to bed until two o'clock in the morning. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. ‘Aye, sir. "Sir Rowland must be gone. "What can it matter to you whether he returns or not, child," rejoined Mrs. . Her natural instincts
reasserted themselves. 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.
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