"
"Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and
thieves," groaned Wood. 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. Or mad, just as the
captain had said so many times. Horrible!"
"Poor soul! her senses are going again," said Mr. In
exchange, I simply asked to serve as the Family Physician. Clearly dazed, he stared, whispering an oath. She had looked forward to an explanation. His lawful wife; but nothing more; beyond that
she was only an idea, a trust.
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