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” He called for a hansom. ” “He seems like such a nice boy. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. Above was a spacious hall, connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. ‘Yes, that is what the nuns they said of me. ” The strain in her face was visible as she tried to remember. ToC "How do you mean to act, Sir?" inquired Trenchard, as soon as they were left alone. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. He sat down beside her just as the room became darker.
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