" "'The thief cometh in the night, and the troop of robbers spoileth without,'" said Wood, who had a text for every emergency. "Where are the boys?" "In the hall. “My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. 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. “Did you ever see women so weary-looking and so dowdy? They do not talk. ‘Not another caller will I receive this day. I’m sorry I ruined dinner. "The end is the most beautiful in English literature.
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