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"It is useless," replied Mrs. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had. I have read that authors are very selfish and self-centred. ‘Come, I told you I wish to know everything about you. "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. The next morning came a compact letter from her father. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative.
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