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‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. Nothing. "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. He knew what he knew.
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