I cannot
protect you. 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. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed
to be the signal. "Don't speak ill of him behind his back, father," interposed Thames. “Nothing was ever done,” Miss Brett asserted, “without a certain element of
Faith. "
"Perhaps he is from Lord Derwentwater, or Mr.
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