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I could be presented as Meysey Hill. 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. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. " "Lord, that's just the lesson I've been expounding! It isn't a question of fear; it's one of propriety. " "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window.
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