He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. 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. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. But this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her.
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