He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. "So endeth the first lesson," he said. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree. “Of course you don’t. ’ ‘Ain’t it? Want me to give you some time with her? Not that I think she’ll tell you anything.
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