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She washed her face twice after making smudgy eyeshadow and lipstick errors. She thought of an old abandoned barn that she could inhabit further downriver, but shrugged off the idea in disdain. The room seemed a vacuum. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. Above was a spacious hall, connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine.
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