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"Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. “How have you been lately, Lucy? You’ve been such a stranger. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. "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. How can I tell you all I feel? I love you beyond measure. Try and let him never regret it. The night was now profoundly dark. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. ‘Mademoiselle. Then perhaps I shall send for him if he has not forgotten. ” Lucy begged.
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