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A creature of convenience, she
could have cared less if her children were carried away by
drunkards on the street. Voilà tout, as Melusine herself
would say. ‘Get you invited to a party where the French émigrés will
be present? Nothing easier, dear boy. 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.
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