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" "Off!" she exclaimed, breaking from his embrace with a scream. “A modern girl does understand these terms. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. For he come after her, did Mr Charvill. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. 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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