‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. 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. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. It would be difficult to find another human being subjected to so many angles of attack as Spurlock. I saw them both.
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