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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. He had brought her here to this place—where her freedom was curtailed even more than at the convent so that a cavalier was very much needed—and only on Monday came again. It is you who took my name, not I yours. All right! I’m off. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt. "Then I am old-fashioned. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. ’ ‘Well, I am glad he did not,’ intervened Lucilla, forestalling another withering comment from the captain.
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