"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. ‘Knowed it the instant I set eyes on her. She had eaten little or no tea, and her mid-day meal had been worse than nothing. You needn’t be in any doubt about it. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. I am carrying back a hundred new books and forty new records for the piano-player.
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