Tell me why you ran away from the convent. “I speak from my heart, and you answer from your brain. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. ‘Say it. 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. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. ToC On the following night—namely Monday,—the family assembled together, for the first time since the fatal event, in the chamber to which Thames had been introduced on his arrival at Dollis Hill.
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