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"But, perhaps, he has not got beyond the room above. " But she did not complete the thought aloud. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. Recollect that. Cool and sunny, it seemed that God himself smiled upon that day, the sunbeams streaming through the magnificent arches dustily as the priest murmured in soporific Latin. Surely it was a dream. ‘You are not the only one to seek them out,’ he said. 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.
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