"Devilish nice ham you've got here!—capital pie!—and, as I live, a flask of excellent canary. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. Anna left the room on tiptoe. 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. Where her husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. "Well, who'd have thought of Shotbolt beating us all in this way!" said Ireton. “Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide, uncomfortable pause.
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