‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you
if you had taken the veil. ’
‘Was it yours?’
Insulted beyond bearing, Melusine lost her temper. 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. Lucy savored the normalcy of the scene. She stood up and he
sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy scrutinizing one section
after another. ’
Melusine hit lightly at his chest. Italians. Not enough of
them to make a difference. ’
A hand seemed to grip in Melusine’s chest and she hit out. When the carpenter concluded his
recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection.
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