” There was a strange look in her face, the look of a frightened child. So I fear there's little chance of any one getting it. "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. "But you said you weren't particular. Lost from all protection, all her family dead—as are mine. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. "I'm almost afraid to state it," faltered the other; "but, may I ask whether Mr. “Shhh.
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