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‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. On a
bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side,
sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and
benevolence. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at
Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed,
in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and
debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. They fight
over money all of the time. He came down
the shop looking for her quite obviously, and took up a position on the other side
against a mirror in which he was able to regard her steadfastly. But at the word
“home” she turned again. It is to take place to-night. It comes to this—am I to be trusted to take care of myself, or am I not?”
“To judge from this proposal of yours, I should say not.
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