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. Mr. He was—a millionaire. But he reckoned without his host. “I do wish you and your father could come to some agreement. Her nurse says she may live some time; but she seems to me to be sinking fast. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. The second look told me I was wrong.
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