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"Yes, there was one," observed Ireton. Opposite to it was
placed the Jew. One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim
foreboding swept through him. She hung about his chair, followed
him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce
the words which refused to rise to her tongue. ‘Do you at least know how he came to be in a position to cheat Miss Charvill,
and to pass off his wife in her place?’
‘In her place?’ There was no mistaking the boy’s ignorance of this part of the
tale. To-morrow I shall come and talk to
you again—of other things. 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. But a doll that rolled its eyes and had
flaxen hair! Except for the manual labour—there had been natives to fetch and
carry—she and Cosette were sisters in loneliness.
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