And yet, Spurlock was afraid of the
doctor; so was Ruth. “Come upstairs,” she said, “and I will show you your room. In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a
bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such
places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had
been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in
a few minutes at his destination. “You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. 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. "Can you make me other than a
condemned felon? Can you make me not Jack Sheppard?"
"No," replied Blueskin; "and I wouldn't if I could. She sings twice a week at the
‘Ambassador’s’ and the ‘Casino Mavise’——”
Sir John held up his hand.
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