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To them all I am nothing. His breakfast despatched, which he ate with a wolfish appetite, he
walked over to Newgate, chuckling as he went at the consternation which his
appearance would create amongst the turnkeys. 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. The arrangement had been made by the town
matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. If only he had known it,
sympathy was almost entirely with him. Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of
tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from
the strain, unmistakably Mike. There is no other way. The
young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight. "At all events, I've not done with you.
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