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She put her clothes back on, 118 lipstick smeared all over her face. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. 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. Mother and Son XI. " "I have no people—anybody who would care. CHAPTER II.
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