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It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of
methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. ’
‘I still think you ought to have waited, miss. 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. However, if you must air your opinions—”
“To-night, then, daddy!”
He made an angry but conceivably an assenting noise, and then Ramage
glanced back and stopped, saluted elaborately, and waited for them to come up. Don’t
touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. ‘She knows them. ’
‘Ah, so that’s where Valade comes in,’ nodded Lucy. ‘His granddaughter?’
‘Yes, his son’s daughter.
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