Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at
Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed,
in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and
debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. She found herself trying on the baubles he
brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim
fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss
it. Immediately he was gone, she
regretted that she had not followed. Afraid, no doubt, he thought
grimly, that her other visitor would leave. This morning I met him at the dock, and he wouldn't
take the other fifty. Ramage, speaking the simplest first thought of his
heart. She
approached a soft-looking bespectacled girl she had seen
once in the halls and noticed for her haunted look. As he returned to the table, he put his
finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better
chance of winning his wager. It was quite dark; but as
some of the assemblage carried links, it was soon ascertained to be headed by
the same party who had mainly incited the former disturbance. “It was a plot amongst them all to humiliate her. ‘I do not know your Gérard.
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