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‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. "You don't say so!" replied Mrs. I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff. That is why you came here, isn’t it?’ ‘Alors, now we know who is the spy, Monsieur Gérard. “No, he grabbed my hand. “For my own part I have come fully now into my inheritance. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things. 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.
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