" "Poor Jack!" sighed Thames. " "I am," replied Jack, without hesitation; for he felt assured from the man's manner that he might confide in him. "I thought we were going to have some music," she said. But, no. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. The day was sunny and pleasant, devoid of chill winds. 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.
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