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And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. Jests are not for seasons like this. But, answer me. We’ll have some buttered toast. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. 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. I promised to put him in touch with some people in Rome, an idea which he warmed to. He donned his winter coat. I should have gone mad without it.
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