She nuzzled his chest
and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse
conditioner. Jacques, Jacques!’
His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. That’s really our choice now, defy—or futility. 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. His job as a
painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged.
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