He refused his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. Now he courted with “servants” which he often killed afterward. 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. She received into her slack grasp the pistol and dagger, only half aware of taking them. A rock gave way to deep water. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly.
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