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I am the cause of his ill-usage. She formed a wild resolution, and, lest she should waver from it, she set about at once to realize it. She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived. "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. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. .
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