My heart would speak if it could, for it is very full. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. 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. It's a bad omen to be thrown near that door. "I've said it," rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. He opened the drawer of the writing table. No offence, I hope.
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