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At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. There was no answer, just grunting, so she repeated the question in Latin, then in Greek, to which Rhea responded. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m hanged if I see what your game is. That is what they call these aristocratic refugees, the English. Something to tell you. But before he could say anything, the vehicle rolled to a halt. Her name was Rhea. Every gibbet at Tyburn and Hounslow appeared to have been plundered of its charnel spoil to enrich the adjoining cabinet, so well was it stored with skulls and bones, all purporting to be the relics of highwaymen famous in their day. " "But not for me," growled Terence, in an under tone. 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. “Thank you—for coming,” he said.
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