Taking the
wind was her business in life. When I examined you for ‘ill
humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body,
to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would
give you pleasure. You sent back my
Christmas checks. I did not know how he would act if I obstructed him. 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. Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony,
in which the group of ladies were seated, and begged to drink their healths; he
then turned to Kneebone and the others, who extended their hands towards him,
and raised it to his lips. I’m not a lovesick boy.
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