“And yet you still live, Butterfly. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of
herself in his eyes. For a moment her heart seemed to stop beating. Yet in some
hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life
he was now unexpectedly aware. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep
and refreshing slumber. How came you to know it? Have you
heard the name before?"
"I think I have—long, long ago, when I was a child," replied Mrs. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. From the opposite corner under
the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. "If I thought he lived——" observed Wood. "Shall I help you on with it, Sir?" replied the Jew, becoming suddenly respectful. She gulped for air merely, for it had been
difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs.
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