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The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. " "Who?" almost screamed Mrs. Ruth was strong in body and soul. I wonder what it was. Nigel, you have not forgotten!” “No,” he said, with a little bitter smile. "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. A man might be without relatives, but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. ToC On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven, the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in his hand, appeared at the threshold.
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