‘And nnever would you have f-found it. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. "Is that all? Then learn from me that your hopes are visionary as their foundation. Now the pig knew where to find her—for it would not take long for a Catholic to locate the convent in Golden Square—even if she escaped him here. 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. ‘Leonardo again,’ he growled. Well, I told aunt.
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