“Earning a salary!”
“You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. ‘I do not know if even I can do anything now. ”
For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted
with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently,
to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. 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. He seemed to do ten things before she could think to do one, to leap upon her
and take possession. We struggle against it at first, but in
the end we have to submit.
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