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I don’t half disagree with you, Vee, really; only thing is, I don’t see how you’re going to pull it off. “My husband and all his friends are fools, and the life they lead is impossible for me. But she threw a verbal bombshell into the spinsters' camp. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. I have two days in which to earn nearly thirty shillings—that is with no dinners, and get a situation. 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. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. It developed into a sort of secret and private bad manners. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace.
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