"Mr. F. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. "It is with no small concern," writes an anonymous historian of Newgate, "that I am obliged to observe that the women in every ward of this prison are exceedingly worse than the worst of the men not only in respect to their mode of living, but more especially as to their conversation, which, to their great shame, is as profane and wicked as hell itself can possibly be. She cursed Satan and screamed at the heavens, praying to Mary frantically. “Did you tell him?” Capes smiled faintly. " He then closed the lantern, mounted without much difficulty upon the roof, and proceeded cautiously along the tiles. "Give me the child, or—" As he spoke the door was thrown open, and Mrs.
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