” “Better say six,” Mr. He thought it best to let the matter drop. 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. But the five per cent. ’ He sighed elaborately. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. Still, one has to be reasonable.
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