But a far greater affliction was in store for her. " "I've nothing to confess," replied Thames, boldly; "I've done no wrong. 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. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. —What do you know of Thames?— Where is he?" "Don't agitate yourself, dearest girl," rejoined the woollen-draper; "or I shall never be able to commence my relation.
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