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A MAN OF MANY MURDERS.
It was a good-sized wine-cellar, with very little wine in it; only one full bin could I discover.

The bins themselves lined but two of the walls, and most of them were covered in with cobwebs, close-drawn like mosquito-curtains.

The ceiling was all too low: torpid spiders hung in disreputable parlors, dead to the eye, but loathsomely alive at an involuntary touch.

Rats scuttled when we entered, and I had not been long alone when they returned to bear me company.