That’s Italians for you. The Ragged Edge. But you couldn't. ‘The major will tell you when to stop. There's our young friend upstairs. Figg, the noted prize-fighter, from the New Amphitheatre in
Marylebone Fields. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. Her mouth lolled open and
drool seeped down one corner.
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