"
"Nothing," echoed Wood furiously. 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. "
With these words, he strode out of the room, darted down the stone stairs, and,
on his arrival at the Lodge, seized the rope of the great bell communicating with
the interior of the prison, which he rang violently. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to
burst open the door. “Mike, that’s not even
remotely funny. ’
‘You saw? Where were you? How did you see?’
‘Your heroic milice are not as clever as they thought. She
drew a long breath.
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