” Mr. " Emptiness; that was the doctor's initial sensation: his vitals had been whisked out of him and the earth from under his feet. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. In your heart you know very well that this is absurd. 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. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine.
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