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She could tell that he was leering at her. "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. “Was I not strong enough when you flogged me for leaning over the oubliette? Who tells you these things? The physician, Sebastianus? Am I not sovereign enough to judge what is happening to my own body?\" She demanded. 5. "Whist!" exclaimed Terence; "he elevates his glim. Sheppard is one, no doubt," observed Mrs. The sword, Jacques. “To the best of my belief,” she said, with quiet dignity, “I have never seen either of you before in my life. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,” said she.
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