He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful gesture, got up and left the cell. It was as if he could smell it on her. “Did you ever see women so weary-looking and so dowdy? They do not talk. But I’d have done it without, though it weren’t my place. A brief calm succeeded. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. —Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724.
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