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. A dreamy sense of
content crept over him. They
could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. I am yours for
the making over. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt,
crashing music. We shall have—hardly any money. ’
‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. Then Capes flittered to the hearthrug and poked the fire,
stood up, and turned about. Sheppard let fall her basket. The atmosphere at dinner
was not propitious.
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