She’s a
snob. "
The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was
instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much
of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger,
put it very coolly in his pocket. That's the only fault I know of. 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. The latter formed by far
the most knavish-looking and unprepossessing portion of the assemblage. Michelle pulled a Kleenex out of a Pocket Pack and
blew her nose. There is worse to come. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom.
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