The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. I care for you. ” He said, his voice tinged with worry. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. 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. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. " "Be it so," replied the knight, who saw the force of this reasoning.
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