Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon and headed for the back stairs. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. The terror faded from her eyes. You know you don’t mean it. "I have just parted from one," said Trenchard. . Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. On the right of the postern against the wall was affixed a small grating, sustaining the debtor's box; and any pleasure which the passerby might derive from contemplating the splendid structure above described was damped at beholding the pale faces and squalid figures of the captives across the bars of its strongly-grated windows.
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