Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. 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. That she was provoked by his interference was obvious. ‘Until today. On these were thrown all the horrible contents of Jonathan's museum, together with the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard. She accomplished it with the aid of the young fellow’s hand, and stepped down into the road, glancing up at the house as she did so. Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. It was not the type of household where one could come and go at all hours, for this she was glad.
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