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He'll mend, I hope. She started forward. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. But Jack speedily burst it open with the iron bar. 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. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage.
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