" Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real
enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of
his aunt in the doorway. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go
into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. 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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