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. And there arose too, a background of shouts. . Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. She had heard the trader utter it many times. His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. “All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. It is one of God’s laws that a woman may defend her honour, even with the shedding of blood. ’ Jack stepped out, and pushed the door to. Everything was going to hell.
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