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"A husband has little to fear from
his wife's kinsfolk. Ha!"
exclaimed the stranger, as shouts and other vociferations resounded at no great
distance along the thoroughfare, "not a moment is to be lost. “Who are you?” She asked innocently. “Yes, I see that. Spurling. ”
Her father declared there had been no difficulty. Pennsylvania Dutch. 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. “I never wanted to kick any one so much
in my life as that second fellow.
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