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The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. “You know, my mom caught me smoking once with Missy. Stanley, to which the two ladies subordinated themselves intelligently. And as he walked by her side they began a wrangle that was none the less pleasant to Ann Veronica because it served to banish a disagreeable preoccupation. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. Clarice was from Lombardy, fair-haired and light skinned. These things illuminated her situation extremely. 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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