"By all means," returned Wood; "don't delay an instant. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at
Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed,
in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and
debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. Even though I
knew you’d no one else to care. And you see, I don’t turn my back,
and I am looking at you and thinking about you from top to toe. Her soul was
full of the sense of disaster. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the
restaurant, greasy and savory. Two women entered and sat down at the adjoining table. Jack's life hangs on your determination. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went
out. "Rather a devil," groaned her son, "to have done this.
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