She had come to despise those who were fertile out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. Naturally it all came out then. Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. "But, I say, that girl is a queer one. The next hour makes, or mars you for ever. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. "When I parted from you at Mr.
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