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\" Lucy replied. 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. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” He said. Melusine choked on a laugh, and Gerald at once seized the initiative, speaking
in a tone deliberately soothing. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. My poor Hoddy! I had to talk harshly, or break down and have
hysterics. The prisoner, however, submitted
more quietly than was anticipated. "
"I'm afraid I don't understand. ”
Ann Veronica made no answer. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were
dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a
goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one
recalcitrant horse and leading another.
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