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She passed inside and upstairs without a word. " "Ay, here I am," said Jack, throwing off his hat and wig, and marching towards the group, amongst whom there was a general movement of surprise at his audacity. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. 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. " Ruth walked to the companion. "Oh God! how fearfully my father is avenged!" "True," replied Jack, sternly; "but we have our uncle to avenge. I looked upon you from the first as the most promising of my pupils. ” He retorted smartly, looking at her with mischief. ‘You are not the only one to seek them out,’ he said. " "What right have you to suppose this, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, sternly. It cost her seventy-seven dollars.
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