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Let me go, Sir. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. You may have something to conceal, you may not. ‘Least of all, one who takes advantage of another’s misfortune. The owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had exposed outside for sale. 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. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had.
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